Ink
The ink coiled around her arms, traveling further under her shirt. The little symbols glowed in the dusk like fireflies. The world around her whispered her name. They spoke about bones, little bones, strong bones. They spoke about crow bones.
The sound grew louder, taking over the ocean side. The deep black waters with killer whales. Creatures with cold blood. Heart that drummed the ocean floor. She was there; she was to command, to yield, to create, morphing the world anew with her ink, with her pulse, her drum.
There was no sound from her lips, yet her mouth moved as if she spoke the words of those who couldn’t speak—the silence of the muted. The deep well of thoughts that still existed behind speechless lips tapped out to existence with the beat of the skin and bones of the dead animals.
Tap, tap, tap, and the world spun out of its axis, altering its course for the new. The crows, the whales, the oceans, the fireflies, the darkness traveling the created path. Path of the flux bestowed into the rhythm of the molten heart. The crows knew how to change their flight. The whales knew how to turn. The oceans kept rolling. The fireflies flying. And darkness would always remain. But the human, their patterns would be twisted anew. The ink in their veins flushed out, turned bright red.
Her drumming was done. Her ink dulled. The bedrock underneath her feet remained the same. Only the ancients could alter that. She was not ancient. She was a flicker, and then gone.
Reunion
A celebrity goes to their high school reunion to show off. I skipped this one.
Transfigure
A man is transformed into a woman after pissing off a powerful person. I skipped this one, too.
The prompts are from the book A Year of Creative Writing Prompts.
I had fun writing today. I just followed where the words led me without thinking too much of the narrative or purpose. It was refreshing to let the bones loose.
I went climbing alone yesterday, and it was scary as heck, but it felt so good. It felt so good to be inventive and brave, and to know I can handle anything thrown in front of me.
Thank you for reading ❤ Have a day of creation!

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