30 Day writing challenge: Day 22

The idea is to write 150-200 words a day for each prompt and to post it on this blog. At the end of the month, I’ll post the list of prompts if anyone is interested.

Prompt 22: All that glitters.


Ursula lifted her head toward flickering light that begged for her attention. She put down her journal. In the distance, between the trees, there was a small golden light that was moving. Ursula looked at the group. Most of them were asleep, and a the few that were still awake were busy jotting down what they had found that day. She picked up her camera and moved toward the light.

She told herself that it probably was just sunlight reflecting off of water. They had found so many water sources in the jungle. Ursula stopped where she thought the flickering was coming from. There wasn’t water around the area. Only a small clearing, where sunlight shone down on a patch of grass. It was a bit too manicured to be a coincidental circle. She took a few photos before turning to leave. She turned back again to have another look. She noticed a small golden object sticking out from the ground. It was a ring.

Ursula held it up and watched as sunlight made it glitter. It was so beautiful. She would keep her new find a secret from the others. Just for a little while.


(196 words)

30 Day writing challenge: Day 21

The idea is to write 150-200 words a day for each prompt and to post it on this blog. At the end of the month, I’ll post the list of prompts if anyone is interested.

Prompt 21: Sunny side up.


Now, waking up in someone’s apartment- someone you don’t even remember meeting- can be a scary experience. Unfortunately, it was a normal experience for me. If your memory is fuzzy, it really does happen a lot. Especially if you like going out with friends who forget about you after the third drink, and you tend to wonder off toward strangers.

It’s probably not the brightest thing to do. It was better than sitting at home night after night. Nothing ever happened. Most of the guys (sometimes girls) were afraid of me. The other half were always very polite before asking me to leave. I never understood it.

I was in the kitchen getting some water when he came in.

“Hey,” he said.

I almost dropped the glass, but recovered and turned around with a smile. “Hi.”

“Hungry?” he asked. He opened the fridge and took out a carton of eggs. “Sunny side up?”

“Sure. I’m happy as long as the yolk is runny.”

He got out a pan from the cupboard. “Great.”

I watched him for a while. “Did anything happen last night. I don’t…”

“Don’t worry about it. Nothing happened. Your guardian angel made sure of it.”

Oh, good. “Wait, what?”


(202 words)

 

30 Day writing challenge: Day 19+20

The idea is to write 150-200 words a day for each prompt and to post it on this blog. At the end of the month, I’ll post the list of prompts if anyone is interested.

Prompt 19: Throes of Spring. 

Prompt 20: Hello morning.


I was in bed when it happened. A violent spasm shook the cabin, and me awake. It lasted less than a minute, and when I looked out the window, everything was still covered in snow. It all seemed normal. I blamed myself for having too many glasses of Shiraz before going to sleep. The room doesn’t spin for me, it shakes.

I went back to bed, thinking of the wonderful snowmen I would build in the morning. This was my only time off in the year- I was going to enjoy it, damnit!

As sunlight streamed into my small cabin, I greeted the day,” Hello, morning!” I warmed up leftover soup and finished the last of the bread. I grabbed my boots and threw open the door, where I found no snow at all. I looked up at the clear blue sky. A deer ran past. I swear, it had daisies in its mouth. Birds sang. I had been thrown viciously into the invading force of Spring.


(167 words)

30 Day writing challenge: Day 17 + 18

The idea is to write 150-200 words a day for each prompt and to post it on this blog. At the end of the month, I’ll post the list of prompts if anyone is interested.

Prompt 17: It was a dream. 

Prompt 18: Dare to hope. 


Iandel started to fade around me. There was nothing I could do. Link stared at me, frozen. It was already too late. I was going back to my world.

How could I have been so stupid? I wanted to stay with him. I wanted to remain in the ethereal forest. I chose wrong.

Slowly my view started to change. I was in my bed. My eyes closed for a moment. Soon they fluttered open and everything was back to normal. I rubbed my eyes and sat up, feeling confused. Mother came into the room.

“Oh, darling,” she said, throwing herself down on the bed and her arms around me.

“What happened?” I asked.

“You’ve been asleep for so long. No one knew how to find you and bring you back to us.” She pulled back to look at me. “Where were you?”

I wanted to tell her everything I had seen and done. I wanted to tell her about Link and the forest. But my mind felt full of wool. I couldn’t think. “I don’t know,” I said. “It was like a dream…”

Mother pulled me against her, holding me and stroking my hair.

I would find him again. I hoped I would.


(203 words)

 

30 Day writing challenge: Day 16

The idea is to write 150-200 words a day for each prompt and to post it on this blog. At the end of the month, I’ll post the list of prompts if anyone is interested.

Prompt 16: Don’t blink.


He orders me to stop. I don’t breathe. I don’t even blink. I keep my fists at my sides, waiting, listening for more instructions. But nothing comes. I can’t help but look at the ethereal forest. When you stood still long enough, the beautiful hues of blues and purples made you feel safe. You forgot about the dangers around you. You don’t notice how long you stand there, drinking it all in.

“Don’t you dare fall for this cursed place’s tricks!” Link yells in to my ear. “Snap out of it, Lily.”

I snap out of my reverie. I turn my head slowly to focus on his small presence. He wasn’t much bigger then my thumb. I could flick him off and return to the forest. But a chill ran up my spine, stopping me. “Sorry,” I said, speaking softly. Even whispering was too loud for him. “It’s difficult to ignore.”

“I know,” he said. Link’s furrowed brow returns. “But I said to go left. We’re close to Iandel. My mother will know how to help you.

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(177 words)

 

30 Day writing challenge: Day 15

The idea is to write 150-200 words a day for each prompt and to post it on this blog. At the end of the month, I’ll post the list of prompts if anyone is interested.

Prompt 15: A sunny spot.


I stretch out my arms, making sure to get to that hard to reach spot in my shoulder. I sit up on the bed, taking my time to open my eyes. The room is so cold and I’ve only started my nap.

This will not do.

A yawn takes over me. Time to find a sunny spot to resume this long overdue, and well deserved sleep. I have the perfect post in mind. It’ll be empty and most importantly, toasty. The dog won’t bother me. The kids are still at school. It’ll be perfect.

I make my way to the office. I brush past the door and slowly stalk my prey- the red couch that stands by the window. The sun always shines on it in the autumn.

I yawn again before jumping up. I pull the throw pillow down and rest my head against it. Soon, the sun starts to warm my cold limbs. It envelops me like a drop of warmed cream on my tongue. I sigh. Sleep comes again.

It’s purrfect.


(174 words)

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30 Day writing challenge: Day 14

The idea is to write 150-200 words a day for each prompt and to post it on this blog. At the end of the month, I’ll post the list of prompts if anyone is interested.

Prompt 14: Coming up green


After months of working I was left with a small patch of pumpkin vines that looked grey. Instead of giving up, I decided to plant sunflowers, hoping that the beautiful flowers would save me from embarrassment. I was wrong. They didn’t even bother to break through.

I refused to give up. I had the chickens to give me company while I worked and toiled the small plot of land. I tried so many different types of plants. None of them worked.

My father brought me a box one year after staring my quest. I planted the strange, orange seed. I watered it and kept the chickens away from it. I built a sturdy fence around it, and watched as it grew. Some weeks after planting the strange seed, I noticed that the small bud had grown into a large, rectangular shape. I still watered it every day.

One day, I was met with a cow’s face attached to this strange plant I had grown. I noticed that it was watching the chickens. I threw a loaf of bread at it, and watched as it munched it up.

A cow plant?

What was my father doing to me?


(197 words)

I might have been playing Sims…