Choices or Chances – The Writeycorn

Choices or Chances?

Most movies have a big choice but there’s always chances woven into them, like if you had to choose from two different paths, one of them you think is going to be right but most of the time they are both wrong because in the last fork you chose the wrong road so from then on you are always going to be wrong that’s real life but there’s always a slim chance that you’ll choose the right road.  In movies, if you make one mistake and choose the wrong road the next road he or she chooses will be right e.g. in Labyrinth she (spoiler alert) chose the wrong road but she still beats the goblin king and gets her brother back which annoys me a lot. 

Good luck with the chances you take today, and the choices you make.

Today I wrote between 08:50 and 09:00 inspired by a prompt and idea here

Choices or Chances? – Dead Deer

Choices or Chances?

Slowly, as the mellow blurry mist faded, the existential awareness began to sharpen for Jake. The faint, calm, but persistent alarm seeped into his mind, building layers of understanding. The daily renewal had started. Sentient. Human. Bed. Sleep. Day. Jake was back.

Fitfully willing the first movements, as a bobsleigh team does, back, forth, back, forth, and then off! He swings his legs down and sighs heavily as the feet hit the cold floor. Is the day full of promise, or is it full of obstacles, disappointments? Scratching lazily his head, almost like pushing a button, his mind starts to whirl.

A day full of choices.

Every choice a compromise, every decision shaving something away from his life. Not choices he seeks or desires. HIs heart sinks as he stands, his eyes avoid the bathroom mirror. At this hour everything is automatic, the coffee appears in his hand magically, his own being not recalling the responsibility it has in its arrival.

Outside, though, the sun is peeking up. The coffee is strong and uplifting. Jake sits, with eyes closed again, and his mind empties. A sweet emptiness also erupts around his heart. Maybe, just maybe this is optimism. This day, these choices, maybe, just maybe, they could be opportunities, he lies to his own clear mind. Jake allows the thoughts back in, one at a time, carefully, building a delicate layered understanding of what he has to do, and how it could be alright. Perhaps. He knows, truly knows, it won’t be. But he has to survive.

Today, at least.


Today I wrote  between 08:48 and 09:00.  I was prompted by an idea here.

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