Day 26 Writing Short Stories

Gods

You have never seen the ocean. You have never seen the rain. Water is something to be bought. Something that you have always exchanged your hours with. You are so used to not having water, the pure kind, that there was a time when you forgot it existed. You took the plasma to keep you hydrated under the scorching sun as the gods had intended. Like all here in the desert, you believed in the stories. You were one of them, one of us.

But there’s always a time in life when one has to choose whether to walk the chosen path or notice the little details that are wrong. You did that. The bottom fell off, and you stopped taking the plasma and buying the water. You would rather let yourself die from thirst than be without her. All stories have her in whatever shape they become. She told you that, and she doesn’t let you die. She is the one with all the stories before the gods came about the rain and the oceans.

You dream. You see the waters gushing underground. You have seen the places the giant stone golems stand guarding the portals of the gods, and you know how to steal back the rain. You have your shooters and the ways of the desert. You have your wish to die and nothing to lose. You will stand against the gods for her.

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I stood on my head. I brushed my entire house. I did this and that to write the story. I’m not sure why it was hard to start. It was like something was holding me back. I knew that the second-person gives me a great narrative setup for a quest, but I wasn’t sure what it was to be. The genre was western. I made it loosely so, giving me room to write beyond the usual. I wanted to play with a desert god element and water. Not sure why I was thinking a lot about water this morning. This was to be written in a contemporary style, but, as we have seen, I really struggle to alter my writing style. It’s like trying to switch my brain chemistry.

Again, I lost my train of thought. That keeps happening today. I woke up early today, before five a.m. It was hard to get back to sleep. So I cuddled with the cat, who is the culprit for me stirring up in the first place. I need to do something else now to stay focused, to stop my mind from jumping from this to that.

Thank you for reading! Have a day of myths ❤