Kira’s Sunday Scribbles

He lost his head.

He was very much confused when the people around him said he had not grown his head yet. Was his head not well matured enough? How would one grow a head then?

For years, he searched for an appropriate head. But there were so many to choose from! As he was growing up, he saw heads of all shapes and sizes – round, square, triangle, big, small and distorted. Then, when he started working, he saw even more heads – wooden, metallic, beautiful and rotten.

And he tried them all on. Even then, not a single head seem to fit him properly. After a while, he stopped trying to find an appropriate head and just put on one that was always readily and conveniently available, no matter how uncomfortable that head felt at times.

He still mulled over the question from time to time – how would one grow a head?

Eventually, he looked down at his own head which he put aside years ago. He decided to put it back on. Strangely, it suited him despite years of disuse; he still found it the most comfortable.

He decided to keep it.

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Let the whole picture tell you a story, or dive into the small intricate details to make one up! Write a poem, a fiction piece or come up with a picture or drawing of your own, that you feel relates to it.

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Prompt: Kira’s Sunday Scribbles

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Kira’s Sunday Scribbles

By Kira for Sunday Scribbles

It picked up yet another one who was to be born and measured his worth before deciding where to place him. It had been doing this for a very long time now – so long that It had forgotten whether this was a pleasure or a pain. Or whether this was pointless.

Some called It “The Creator”, some “Gaia”, others “They” and until recently, “God”. It never felt the need for such distinction or identity though- It knew who It was and that was enough.

But at that moment, It was wondering if what it were doing worth anything; half the time, It did not even know what It was doing, only that It was supposed to do what It was doing. And everyone did not seem to thank It. Some were even bemoaning and grudging It for their circumstances.

But what was It supposed to do? They had their own purposes, just as It did.

It was Life.

(159 words)

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Welcome to Kira’s weekly inspirational art piece.

Let the whole picture tell you a story, or dive into the small intricate details to make one up! Write a poem, a fiction piece or come up with a picture or drawing of your own, that you feel relates to it.

Feel free to copy Kira’s drawing, to add it to your own post!

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Prompt: Kira’s Sunday Scribbles

Kira’s Sunday Scribbles

The wisp danced in the air; it enjoyed the freedom of movement in the air. It had tried swimming before, but with water, its movements were sluggish and it was only using the surface. But with air, its movements were lighter and it flittered in the whole space.

(It’s time to decide.)

It spun and rotated in a single spot. Who was that?

(It’s time for you to decide what you want to be, young one.)

It could not understand who was speaking. It could not understand what the decision was. Most importantly, it could not understand why it had to make a decision.

(That’s the nature of things. Decide, young one.)

It flittered through the air for a few more moments. Then it made its decision. It decided to be a butterfly.

If it had known loneliness before, the wisp would no longer remember it. It was now among friends, fluttering.

Dreams come true.

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If you are interested, the prompt is linked below.

Welcome to Kira’s weekly inspirational art piece.

Let the whole picture tell you a story, or dive into the small intricate details to make one up! Write a poem, a fiction piece or come up with a picture or drawing of your own, that you feel relates to it.

Feel free to copy Kira’s drawing, to add it to your own post!

Anything goes, there are no rules. But don’t forget to link us to your post with a pingback. Not sure how to do that? See how to create pingbacks here.

Prompt: Kira’s Sunday Scribbles