Assuage the writer's block! Weave around the clock!
Presenting you daily shorts running from 1st Dec 2021 to 10th Jan 2022 as a part of the writing challenge A I M To E N G A G E 2021 courtesy to Wattpad Ambassadors!
Averick frowned at the shoddy yellow post-it on the kitchen table willing the owner to return, willing the blemished word re-appear. He stared hard till he felt his eyes were drowning the abyss of Hades.
there isn't sunshine there is sunshine there isn't tornado there is a tornado as each day passes, the sand pours down the hourglass, like raindrops yet surely as your brush strokes your home,
the unknown swoops onto you, so renew your sinews your trusted ones nowhere, and your expectations? they can wane
but if you want if you really need if you want sincerely, ask yourself sincerely, stand for it sincerely, with all of your thoughts and consciousness, that even your sleep recognizes it! let the gallows come, there is imagination! let fatigue faint! there is regeneration! let. . .
He could almost hear her drone about the meaning of life. If only he knew how priced those days would become later to him...If only he knew that in the future a crater would have swallowed Willa up...
"Dude, that looks like a swastika... Was our Willa a secret feminazi?" Gre, his childhood buddy quipped.
"Nahh, looks like someone doing an overhead squat"
Gre guffawed, "You weren't exaggerating on your Insta status when you said gym is life!"
The radio interrupted them screeching, "The investigation team sent to the mysterious crater, Kra which opened up yesterday is found to be missing. Ten local shops hunkered down and a hundred fatality cases reported . According to Mr Ob, a local geologist, the possible reasons for the appearance of Kra could include from explosion of ammonia gas via microorganism activity to explosion of carbon dioxide gas as average global temperature reached a new high of 20 Degree Celsius . The eyewitnesses have reports of ... *cough cough*"
They looked at each other, mirroring a fearful frown.
The radio proceeded, "hearing strange noises *cough* from the sinister crevice. Police patrol will--" Averick turned it off, turning to Gre. "You and I know, the police doesn't give a damn about this shanty town".
Gre pursed his lips and sighed. "So what do you think? We ought to put our scouts experience to practice?"
Before Averick could respond, a sudden drought whooshed, the sticky note following its trail. It took a moment for him to realise the gravity of the situation.
"Festering fiddlesticks! I'm going after it" He jumped up the table in spite but his foot banged the table in the process.
"Oh no you don't, THIS ISN'T PAPERMAN" Gre shook his head, dragging back the table.
"Willa would have wanted me to!" Averick bellowed outside the house as he took off after the note.
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The air smelled of tundra where the crater sat. Hidden by the barricade, a lone boy, in tattered overalls sat too. His hand clutched his most precious possession, his sister's fishing reel in blue teal.
"Sistah, I have your favourite reel please come back" His pouted lips trembled and wavered voice. "See! I've fished Red Snapper chintu fish for you!" He took them out from his pocket and hooked it to the reel and lowered it to the hole. "Big sis please come back!"
He only heard his echo. Or so he thought.
Not soon before he completed the thought he heard the grass rustling with steps. Something flew in his peripheral vision just then. Big sis' yellow sticky note? The boy frowned when he saw two lanky older boys running after it.
"Why is... Willa's note... going in toward the crater?" Gre panted for his breath.
"Maybe it's Willa telling us to kill two birds with one stone" Huffing the cold misty air, Averick tried to catch up. "Getting the note and keeping a look out at the hole" He nodded to himself.
Forgetting his hiding place, the boy frog leaped and caught it before it reached the nearing hole. The boys had a moment of astonishment as the boy materialized into their line of sight.
"HEY YOU!" Averick growled, flailing his hands. "GIVE IT BACK SILLY BOY!" The boy could hear Averick's plea in his order.
"He at least saved it before it reached the hole, Avy" Gre crashed down onto the grass.
The boy's eyes shone dullness, staying obstinately sullen and took no notice of them; he went back to his usual spot by the barricade.
"But that's HER NOTE AND NOT A PLAYTHING THAT YOU GIVE AS A PRIZE TO A CHILD!" Before Averick could catch up with the boy , he found himself struggling in Gre's grasp. Gre silently thanked his lucky stars for the Jujitsu which came in handy.
"There must have been a reason why the boy got it and not you-- look!" Gre tried to reason as he pointed at the boy, who now seems to be singing the song they've all heard years back on the Siblings Day assembly... The song which Willa sang... The rugged boy sang, the exact same words as in the post it note without a flaw!
Averick stopped struggling and a mutual understanding passed between him and Gre.
From that day onward, the fishing hook became the trio's prized possession too. In reality, they were the patrol guards for the whole vicinity at the Kra Crater.
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A/N
word count : 893
This prompt has exceeded the usual 500 limit unlike what I previously said in the intro. There is a good probability this pattern reoccurring in forthcoming chapters since they aren't going for submissions.
