It might just be the enormous ocean of stress on my shoulders right now (I’m not even in school right now but I swear I’m taking finals right now) but I really couldn’t come up with anything for this week. So I’ll just borrow a title from an old poem of mine and then try to come up with something with little-to-no prior planning.
We’ll see how that goes.
Title: Ruination of Imagination
Genre: (Almost) Nonfiction
Word Count: 100
I end up over at the open grave. It’s unmarked but I’m already familiar with it— it belongs to someone I knew very well.
A skeleton lays inside, as if it died waiting. I hoist its skull up to the sun and indeed, “Alas! I knew ye well!”
The detritus of my dear better half is scattered before me, wrapped up like a casserole in paper. Somehow, my head is almost completely empty at the draining sight. It must be that, with his departure, I only try to create noise, if only to avoid silence.
There, pathetically, lies my imagination.
That’s what I think of it. Just meh.
Good luck, you brave writer folk!