Tag: Based very very loosely off of a song

Wednesday Works: Resistance

The church bells all were broken. No sound traveled through the air as the earth rocked, the foundations cracked, the people trembled. Where the people had silently prayed to hear sounds of hope, only silence remained.

They had hoped it a simple earthquake, but as the tremors continued with increased frequency, they realized their mistake. Buildings had crumbled, sidewalks cracked, glass shattered. No shreds of hope left in the once beautiful streets. Everything they had once cared for had been destroyed.

“I am your god now,” the creature hissed through its jagged teeth, taller than any skyscraper they could ever erect, larger than any part of the forest they could destroy to expand their once booming city. A mass of bones and teeth and rot and ruin, with a voice darker than the night.

The people instantly bowed down low, their eyes on the ground.

The church bells all were broken, but one young girl stood amongst the kneeling. One small voice in the hush of millions.

“No.”

Day Twenty-Seven: Rock

A spur of the moment, once in a lifetime chance where he had asked her out to a rock concert.

There was no way she would show up. She was head ballerina. He had tried to woo her after her performance, and there was no way she was going to show up to a dirty dingy bar on the other side of town.

“You are rock and roll to me.” He stared as she stood there, not looking anything like a ballerina. “I heard it in a song once.”

The Warrior

You take a deep breath and stand before the mirror. You see a stranger, someone wearing your skin that you don’t recognize. Someone whose face is too long, whose hair is too short, whose bones take up too much space under the too tight skin. 

Do you know what I see?

A warrior, whose face grew long fighting too many battles, coming up with too many strategies for escape against the tyrant of time.

A warrior, who sacrificed more than just her hair to save herself and the colonies within her body, even if it meant she would have to kill part of herself to live. 

A warrior, who won the battle and wears her skin and bones like armor against the judgemental world. 

That’s what I would tell you if you had made it out alive. 

But you didn’t.