Category: Writing Samples

Conquered Jungles

Nature sends storms and man builds shelter. At first he uses Nature to build and then, over time,  creates his own materials. Concrete Jungles conquer the real ones and Man harnesses Nature. He takes the animal features he most desires and paves over wilderness. He creates light when Nature is dark and travels further than he can walk.

Things begin to die. Nature waits. She is playing a long game and watches Mankind tear themselves apart. When they are gone Nature’s green fingers grow through cracks in the concrete.

She cannot be harnessed, tamed or conquered. And she will endure.

via Daily Prompt: Conquer

Paparazzi

Lights flash in the dark. There is a deep, thunderous rumble. Insults rain down. The media storm has hit.

She covers her face and hurries to the cab. The driver hits some of paparazzi with the door as he opens it for her. He speeds away before she has fastened her seat belt. He is used to this, this is LA.

He sees her trying not to cry and feels a twist of sympathy. It’s easy for a person to get lost inside controversy.

He wonders if the man she slept with is getting the same treatment. He doubts it.

 

via Daily Prompt: Controversy

Luck in Love

Luck turned to Fate and said, “What should I do?”

“Whatever you want,” Fate smiled because she knew already. Luck took Fate’s hand and a man missed his train. He cursed them both and sat to wait for the next one. Luck smiled at Fate and a gust of wind blew a ticket from a woman’s lap. It came to rest under the bench of a man who’d missed his train.

He retrieved it, she thanked him. Her train pulled in to the station and he was glad he’d missed his. Fate kissed Luck and they boarded the train together.

via Daily Prompt: Luck

Spinning

A spider drops down from the rafters above my bunk. It is tiny and brown and spinning a web. I am so big to it, so massive that it does not notice I exist until I move. It freezes mid-air.

Does it know what I am?

Does it know it’s on a ship? Does it matter?

It is a small spider spinning from a thread on a big boat, but the boat is only big to the spider. The boat is cramped to me and tiny to the ocean. The ocean is small to the world and the world itself is not all that big. It is a tiny thing, spinning through space and time.

I am travelling from England to New York and I will spin myself a new life there. The spider will do the same, but it will never know.

via Daily Prompt: Massive