Day 1 Writing Short Stories

Hunter

Dust was everywhere. It seemed to be the only constant in the universe, both inside and outside. It filled every nook and cranny. You could feel it amassing in your boots, wiggling its way between your toes. At the end of the night, you coughed it up. Sometimes you wished that there was more to life than the open desert and the cold nights with the stars and the coyotes singing their songs of the gods humans had forgotten so long ago that they barely came to your dreams.

But you dreamed. You dreamed of the day your guns didn’t do the singing for you. Yet, there was nothing else than the bounty and the hunt, and your fast reflexes. People had tried to kill you. You were always fast, faster than anyone else.

You glanced at your horse. It tried to sleep upwards, listening to the wind howl and the distant sounds of the coyote pack you had passed before making your camp next to the rough, orange mountains.

Tonight, both of you had something to eat. Tonight, you knew you could rest. The desert gods had been with you. They had blessed you.

You reach for the amulet around your neck—the one your father gave to you. There is a destiny to be had. There is a life set on a path. You have known nothing but revenge and death since you can remember. There is no peace, not until the last of them is dead, not until the clan that took your mother and your brothers from you. Until then, you will hunt and belong to the desert. Until then, there is dust between your toes and in your hair.

You stir the fire, and the sparkles fly in the air, forming a pattern, telling you where to travel tomorrow. The point to the west, to the big cities. You hate those places. There is evil there, and you have to fight.

The guns on your belt feel heavy. Their enchanted bullets will pierce the skins of the nightwalkers and bring justice.

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Hello, I’m back for another year. I took time off, and now I feel oddly rested. I took time off from both writing and overexercising. It was a darn hard thing to do, but I did it. I’m a creature of habits, morning habits, mind you. The rest of the day can go as it goes, but mornings are mine.

What I did today was draw a writing style, genre, narrative, and point of view, and I wrote a story based on those. What I got was a voice drive, western, quest, and second person. I hope all those are shown in the text. It was a fun thing to do. Writing felt good today. I started writing my Glorious Mishap book five, and it was so fun to play with the freedom of expression the genre offers compared to the dystopian sci-fi book I wrote. By the way, I now have an editor and a cover artist for the dystopian sci-fi book. I managed to do all that. I’m amazed how easily it happened. I just had to do it. I still have to find the energy to plan the launch, find advance readers, and do all that. But I will get there. I will! I promise that much to myself.

Thank you for reading! Have a spirited day ❤