Bone
It wasn't as simple as what one might have thought. It took time, patience, and effort. It didn't stay how it was meant to be. It had to be as brittle as a bone and as light as a feather. Its color stood out from all the other things in the room. My hand dipped in and out, the needle poking out from the pelt of the calf.
Bronze studs held the leather armour together. There wasn't a single thread out of place, every detail and embroidery was present and accounted for. I smirked at my handiwork.
A little girl hears a strange noise coming from a dried-up well. SHe stands on her tippy-toes and peers over the well's rim and sees...
"The sky's are heavy, the clouds fall down." The well sang, a mournful ditty eoching. Rosie stopped in her tracks.
"The world seeks nothing but bloody delights. Everyones watching, waiting for the fall. Wanting to let choas take camon of it all."
Something was important about this, she could feel it. Something alost seemed to tug her towards the well. She gripped her skirts.
"They can blame someone– for their pain. Even if they did nothing but the same."
Rosie looked down. At the bottom of the well was a pretty girl, her matted blonde locks still in ringlets despite the grime. She wore a dress of sage, a plain apron overtop of that. She seemed to be sitting, lobbying with a rock or key. The object glinted in the light.
The Well-Girl looked up, smiled, and continued to sing. Rosie stumbled back. It had been her. Only, not... the girls maw - it wasn't a mouth, not any that Rosie had seem at least – curled up into a brilliant smile and flashed every rotten tooth she had.
A teenager is visiting his grandmother in her small hometown village. Describe a day they spend together.
TODO list with Ms Smith:
Meet at the park at 7:32 am (bring extra bread for the birds)
Paint for least two hours, her turn t choose our subject/topic
When we finish painting or all the bread is gone, we take a walk
Note: need to get all the gossip from her
Take her back to her house
Let her rest while I feed Jonathan and water her garden
(attempt) to make bread
Leave the bread on the counter to cool and leave a note :)
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365 Days of Writing
عشوائيMe writing 3 prompts a day for 365 days. Prompts come from "A Year of Creative Writing Prompts" by Love In Ink (More info on first page)
