Day 364 Writing Short Stories

Instant

She had been gifted a curse, a punishment for looking past the old woman and not helping her. She had been changed into a cat. A white one. The most despised by the feline kind. Yet, she was in love with her new body, her new life. The cat’s eyes saw more than her human’s eyes had. There were things alive that she hadn’t known to be alive. It was instant love.

She rubbed herself against the tall oak. It slowly twisted its branches, following a low rumble as the oak spoke. It spoke of ages. Of the history of the earth on which she now sat. She tilted her head and let the stories wash over her.

The only things in her newly found life she found hard were eating and the seasons. Sometimes she received the kindness of strangers. But more often than she had to rely on her own cunning. And she was cunning. She was a cat after all. A majestic one with discolored eyes and claws that were sharp and agile.

Only after a year or so did she feel the pull of human things. She occasionally sat beside the road, watching her old home, her old life. Nothing had changed, except her eyes. The steps to her apartment were nothing special. The people she had thought of as strangers were not strangers. Their smells were full of information, full of thoughts. And she found more kindness, more life in them than she had found as a human.

She approached the old witch who had once again taken her spot in front of the Greek restaurant. She was cursing at those who walked by her and went away without a penny to share. She lay on her feet and blinked slowly as people walked past. The pennies came, and the cursing stopped. At the end of the day, the witch patted her head.

“So you are ready to return?”

She shrugged, letting out a meow.

“But not to the life without the talking trees and the enchanted world! I see. Others come to be begging in a day or two, wanting to forget everything, but not you. I grant you your wish.”

Music Video

Brother uploads his sister’s music video for all to see, and overnight, she has become an internet star. I skipped this one.

Foxes

They called him the mad fox-man. He had heard them whisper his name, and the older ladies with their gardens and decency came to him, demanding that he stop feeding the foxes. He was said to ruin the neighborhood and cause poor sleep for many. But he couldn’t abandon the foxes. They had chosen him, and when an animal does that, you are bound by life. So he was ready to have his nickname and the dirty looks. Those meant nothing to him.

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

The raffle list is on its way. I just found several writing styles and category definitions, which I used as my base. Still not sure if it amounts to something, but it will be fun to try. Though, of course, I could buy another prompt book. There is that, but let’s see if I can make something of this. My own version of it.

Thank you for reading ❤ Have a fantastical day!