Walking down the shadowed trails of The Hollow Peak, they go. The sun is going down with them. Monica and her friends took this route a million times before, but this time it is different. This time, they reached another horizon, another sun. “What is this?” Monica asked her friends. They continue, the temperature drops, and the sun that was moving with them is no longer visible. The sun they walk towards gets bigger and brighter. The mountain begins to curve, and they see the precipice beneath their feet. “How can the cliff be underneath us, and we are standing on top of it?” Monica asked. “I am going back,” Monica exclaims to them as they look back and above, and there is no trail to go back on. It is as if the mountain and the trail they came along vanish, and now they are 8,000 ft high. “Didn’t we come down 50 ft how are we up 8,000 ft?” As Monica continued to panic, she saw around the cliff that they could go through a door.
Zenaida Palafox
A Cosmic Avalanche of dark tellings.
They once said nothing so Zenaida continues writing
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Daily writing promptHow has a failure, or apparent failure, set you up for later success?
I am only 31, 32 in May, and I have had more failures than successes, but this prompt made me think that my website, thelegendofzenaida.com, is a success. I don’t have any subscribers or any views, but I see it as a success because I am finally writing, and that is my success. It took me years to start creative writing again. I used to creative write when I was in middle school, so like I was 13, I think, but adulting got in the way, real life got in the way, and I had no energy to do both. I am grateful I have energy now to start all the creative ventures I have been yearning to do. To answer the prompt, this setback or “failure” didn’t set me up for this success in writing again, but reminded me to just do it. I sound like the Nike slogan or that one guy who says just do it in that one reel lol.
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Daily writing promptYou’re writing your autobiography. What’s your opening sentence?
She was a snowman amongst humans, and she is going to be the 6th line being to successfully belong after the year 2027.
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She has time to kill looking through the non-fiction selections. Eloise walks from shelf C to D. She has sixty minutes to kill before class. Twenty-one is an odd age for her, old but not old enough. Someone points to the floor next to her and says to her, “You dropped something,” as she picks up her paper in a ridiculous, loud shop, everything suddenly becomes deathly silent. Eloise terrifliy stands straight and gasps at what she doesn’t see. She is not seeing anyone. She doesn’t see the man who helped her. She perceives the once crowded shop as if characters were cut out of a scene. She scurries towards the cashier to purchase her selections, and as she gets to the front, there is no line and no cashiers. The man who said welcome at the door disappeared. How was she going to purchase her books? She hears walking from upstairs, where she came from. She turns and sees the man who helped her pick up her paper waving at her. She, without a second breath, ran out of the store. She runs to her car. She sees no one but empty cars, as if the air is thin, and they slipped right through. She starts her car and drives out. Her campus is twenty minutes away across the other side of town. As she drives, she still sees no one driving, no one walking, not at all. She gets to the part of town where her campus is, and she starts to see students walking around. She gets into the parking structure ready to go to her next class. She picks up the books with the paper that she dropped at the store. She opens the paper and reads, “had fun killing time?”
Zenaida Palafox 