Daily Writing Prompt Thread Thingy It'll Be Fun

[Isabella7Storm5]

Ooo. I just figured out a good prompt.

Shadows on the wall.

Our power went out and it gave me an idea

Spoiler

I didn’t realize the darkness meant so much to me until a part of my spirit seemed to make itself whole the day the lights went out.
Yeah, we still make light, and sure, the sun comes up, but fire has a way of melting into the inky curtains of night when the sun goes down.
No more cities reflecting their harsh insomnia into the clouds of every horizon. No more blinding sweeps of headlights through the windows of sleeping houses. No more hazy electronic screens slapping sludge over your pupils and lifelessness onto your face.

I found myself in the dark, and honestly, I think everyone did.

The first night everyone was scared. Angry. Desperate. Confused.
But I looked up to find that I, for the first time in my life, could see the stars. I think the stars made us realize that without all the light, we—humanity—were no longer just shadows on the wall.

 

[Roosterfeather]

Can i join?!

 

[notabitail]

Can i join?!

Yes, you can.

 

[Isabella7Storm5]

I’m gonna throw a new prompt out

That’s/its not your responsibility

 

[Roosterfeather]

Yes, you can.

Yaay!

 

[Roosterfeather]

Our power went out and it gave me an idea

Spoiler

I didn’t realize the darkness meant so much to me until a part of my spirit seemed to make itself whole the day the lights went out.
Yeah, we still make light, and sure, the sun comes up, but fire has a way of melting into the inky curtains of night when the sun goes down.
No more cities reflecting their harsh insomnia into the clouds of every horizon. No more blinding sweeps of headlights through the windows of sleeping houses. No more hazy electronic screens slapping sludge over your pupils and lifelessness onto your face.

I found myself in the dark, and honestly, I think everyone did.

The first night everyone was scared. Angry. Desperate. Confused.
But I looked up to find that I, for the first time in my life, could see the stars. I think the stars made us realize that without all the light, we—humanity—were no longer just shadows on the wall.

Wow! That's a great one!!

 

[Roosterfeather]

I thought you were squealing over joint custody.

Me too

 

[Eroica]

I’m gonna throw a new prompt out

That’s/its not your responsibility

Here be the prompt for thee and thine and God only knoweth why I talk in premodern English

Spoiler

I pace back and forth, looking at nothing in particular. Nothing makes sense. I feel like a trapped animal, unable to do anything even though I know I must do something.

“I can’t stay here, Ron!” I burst out finally, throwing my arms up in the air. “I need to go, whether you agree or not!”

Ron just looks at me, half-amused, half-understanding. “I know what you’re going through, Kiri,” he says softly. “But you need to stop worrying about it. We’ve already sent troops there. It’s not your responsibility anymore. You did your part.”

“No, I didn’t!” I sob. “You don’t understand. Those troops are just going to be decimated as soon as they arrive. I’m the only one who can penetrate the Empire’s defenses and go after the target!”

“With this?” says Ron, gesturing to my belly. Six months pregnant. Useless. “Be real, Kiri. You’re not as agile anymore, not as fast. And what if you get injured? That’s our child we’re talking about, Kiri, not just yours! He has no say in the matter!” His voice rises in desperation.

“He was the one who told me! And you know as well as I do that we’ll be wasting precious lives in that effort, Ron!” I shout, my voice breaking. “Just… let me go. Please. I promise I’ll return.”

Ron’s eyes meet my own, and it is then that I know… he will never agree.

“I’m afraid I can’t allow that, Kiri,” he says, quietly, as though he’s trying not to hurt me, but the words stab through my chest like a thousand knives.

The searing pain doesn’t go away.