Writetober Day 4 - Butterfly
Life can change so suddenly.
Hello again readers! I'm back with day 4!
I'm back to making you guess the prompt - let me know in the comments how you did!
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Life has many possibilities.
It can change at any moment.
You take a chance, make a bet on the horse you think is best.
Hope it all works out.
But unbeknownst to you, you've stepped on the wrong butterfly.
Life shifts in a way you couldn't possibly expect, and you are left wondering how things could have been.
Your heart aches for a future wanted, but unknown, possible if your foot had been slightly off.
So take your chances, place your bets, walk carelessly. But be prepared for where your fragile battered wings may take you.
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Another shorter one, I hope you liked it!
I've loved doing this series so far, it has really helped me start breaking out of my writing block! Let me know if you guys, after this series is done, want me to post chapters or small segments of my book as I work on it, I'd love to give sneak peeks and also get feedback!
Also, the prompt was "Flutter"!
About the Creator
Hannah Gray
Hello! I love to write! I draw inspiration from life - whether that be my own or things I see in the world. I love writing about life experiences, and I would love to hear if you connect with any of my work! All are welcome and loved here.
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She loved me. When I was small and my wee stayed to the paper. When I was rumpled skin and floppy big paws and big eyes looking up and waiting for her hands to find me, scooping me up and bringing me into her. And we were happy, so happy, so very, very happy. I was so happy to see her and danced my circles so she'd know how much I wanted nothing more than for her to hold me. I'd wrap, wiggle, wiggle and wrap my growing body with my bestest happy dance, slumping and kerplumping into her warm parts just like she liked me to. She was there and I was there, and we were there together, and it was perfect. Oh, how she loved me! We spent all our time together, playing inside, outside, up, down, going round and round. And she petted me and called me good girl when I made poops, and sometimes when I weed in her front yard or the neighbor's, and I was the best girl. For her, I really was! And she scratched me behind my ears, and it was heaven. I aowooo my joy! And she aowoooed hers too.
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Also, I forgot to do this in the actual post, but the direction I went with the prompt was suggested by a friend of mine, Kyle Ferguson. Thanks Kyle!!