Day 42 Writing Short Stories

Hero

History makes us into heroes or villains. They can alter the course of the events. He saw what his reputation was doing. To some, he was that hero; to others, he destroyed something sacred: the order of things.

Those who believed in him spoke of him as a saint. But he wasn’t one. He didn’t have a noble heart. He was as capable as anyone else of great selfishness. Yet, he didn’t deny what his actions could bring forth. If his rebellion inspired others to act, he would support their cause. The rights of the men were in question.

It was every man’s right to hunt freely. The land and the waters were no one’s. They were the ones God had given to people, not to a man or the church.

He drew his bow and held his breath as he followed the deer walk under the trees. One move, one arrow could change the course of events, and here and now, he claimed the deer to be free game. The forest was for all.

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I struggled to write a short story today. My mind seems to jump around, unable to focus. This is just one of those days. I’m even now, as I write this, shaking my legs on a balance board, unable to sit still. I’m not sure why or where the restlessness sneaked in. I’m happy that it let me edit my sci-fi book and write my Glorious Mishap book until it captured me.

I wanted to write a better short story today, but this was all I managed. I’m happy that Finland has everyman’s rights. Freeing land to be used by all. It always baffles me how nature can be owned by some.

Anyway, today I got period style, historical fiction, quest, and third-person perspective.

Thank you for reading! Have a day of abundance ❤