|NOTHING IN PROMPTICULAR|
DAY 21
CONDITION: NONE
PROMPT: Write a prayer
God, it's me again. I know I haven't been the best of children. But you're the best father regardless.
Momma told me you told her that I should ask for stuff. Anything I want. She said you're going to hear me. She said you're going to listen. And she said you'll give... If I'm on the good list.
Well. It's no secret. You saw what I did yesterday. Didn't go as planned. I barely came out alive. That's why I'm here.
Keisha is sick. Very sick. You shouldn't have given her a faulty heart. Her mother prays that you fix it but you don't. So I'm going to do it my way. The way father taught me.
Tonight I'm going with the guys.
Jim, Kirby, Sam and Wesley. I promise to give back. This time I will. I'll give some money to the rickety orphanage down the road. Please God. Please. Let the bank robbery come out right.
Remember. All of this is because you refuse to repair Keisha's failing heart. My little ten year old daughter is too Precious to die.
God, this is Johnny, pastor Anne Stewart's only child.
Amen.
#MA #shortstory #review
DAY 21
CONDITION: NONE
PROMPT: Write a prayer
God, it's me again. I know I haven't been the best of children. But you're the best father regardless.
Momma told me you told her that I should ask for stuff. Anything I want. She said you're going to hear me. She said you're going to listen. And she said you'll give... If I'm on the good list.
Well. It's no secret. You saw what I did yesterday. Didn't go as planned. I barely came out alive. That's why I'm here.
Keisha is sick. Very sick. You shouldn't have given her a faulty heart. Her mother prays that you fix it but you don't. So I'm going to do it my way. The way father taught me.
Tonight I'm going with the guys.
Jim, Kirby, Sam and Wesley. I promise to give back. This time I will. I'll give some money to the rickety orphanage down the road. Please God. Please. Let the bank robbery come out right.
Remember. All of this is because you refuse to repair Keisha's failing heart. My little ten year old daughter is too Precious to die.
God, this is Johnny, pastor Anne Stewart's only child.
Amen.
#MA #shortstory #review
#review #poem #meredith
What-ifs
What if today is my last day?
What if death is looking at me in the face,
and I haven't realized?
What if this is my last second,
my last blink,
my last breath?
What if in this instant,
my heart just stops
and my brain ceases
producing thoughts and dreams?
I know life is ephimeral
and oblivion is somehow inevitable
but honestly,
I'm not prepared to go yet,
and I fear death doesn't understand that.
Oh, inescapable death,
would you give me one more day?
I need to find my purpose
before you embrace me with your darkness.
I need to make a difference,
to leave a mark,
to be remembered.
But what if death ignores my clamor?
What if I'm gone?
Will I be cried?
Will I be missed?
Will someone revive memories of me?
The truth is I fear death
just like I fear being alive and barely feeling like living,
just like I fear my passing goes unnoticed,
just like I fear I could never discern
the reason why I am here,
right now,
in this exact time and place.
There must be a purpose to be born into this world
and a purpose to leave it.
And if I never discover it
before the black sun of death sets,
I'm afraid this tormenting what-ifs
will haunt me in my grave forever.
What-ifs
What if today is my last day?
What if death is looking at me in the face,
and I haven't realized?
What if this is my last second,
my last blink,
my last breath?
What if in this instant,
my heart just stops
and my brain ceases
producing thoughts and dreams?
I know life is ephimeral
and oblivion is somehow inevitable
but honestly,
I'm not prepared to go yet,
and I fear death doesn't understand that.
Oh, inescapable death,
would you give me one more day?
I need to find my purpose
before you embrace me with your darkness.
I need to make a difference,
to leave a mark,
to be remembered.
But what if death ignores my clamor?
What if I'm gone?
Will I be cried?
Will I be missed?
Will someone revive memories of me?
The truth is I fear death
just like I fear being alive and barely feeling like living,
just like I fear my passing goes unnoticed,
just like I fear I could never discern
the reason why I am here,
right now,
in this exact time and place.
There must be a purpose to be born into this world
and a purpose to leave it.
And if I never discover it
before the black sun of death sets,
I'm afraid this tormenting what-ifs
will haunt me in my grave forever.
I'm from charcoal
Nights dont call my dark
Black can't name me wack
Charcoal is my carbon copy
I am a man of sturdy
Son of the old
Granny aged thickly with coal
Source of wealth than crude
My solace lies in the wood
I am dark grey
No matter ticks the clock says
Smokes garnishes my flesh
Black breeze makes me fresh
Dancing flames around cook house
Wingless children sucks aroma like louse
Reddish porridge on the alter of charcoal
Happiness now and beyond control
When you see me in town
Don't say I am a clown
Black made me brown
Now, Age has grown
On the bed of memories
I smile with white tears
Granny's words still glitters
"Charcoal is black not bitter"
Do good;
Charcoal dies with impact
Still nothing can counter
When burnt, No equal barter
I'm from charcoal
Son of the old
I am dark grey
My solace lies in the wood.
#review
#Everyone
#Poetry
#Ayomide
Nights dont call my dark
Black can't name me wack
Charcoal is my carbon copy
I am a man of sturdy
Son of the old
Granny aged thickly with coal
Source of wealth than crude
My solace lies in the wood
I am dark grey
No matter ticks the clock says
Smokes garnishes my flesh
Black breeze makes me fresh
Dancing flames around cook house
Wingless children sucks aroma like louse
Reddish porridge on the alter of charcoal
Happiness now and beyond control
When you see me in town
Don't say I am a clown
Black made me brown
Now, Age has grown
On the bed of memories
I smile with white tears
Granny's words still glitters
"Charcoal is black not bitter"
Do good;
Charcoal dies with impact
Still nothing can counter
When burnt, No equal barter
I'm from charcoal
Son of the old
I am dark grey
My solace lies in the wood.
#review
#Everyone
#Poetry
#Ayomide
Maryam Umar: The Successful Lady
The world didn't see
Her graduation day
No tooth had she named
After her name
She made no theory
And won no prize.
She lived all her life
In a niche in the world
Her name wasn't known
By many of her time
And will soon be forgotten
By many who'd known.
She didn't make it
To the list of the riches
She just was a girl,
A daughter of her parents
And a fellow colleague
Planning for the future
But if I were to envy
Between her and Newton
Or between her and John D.
Rockefeller
It will be her,
Who holds my attention.
She had sold her time
For a greater profit.
Note: We lost Maryam, a sister and a colleague from dentistry department.May Allah have mercy on her soul. Our thoughts were shaken. Though as medical students often exposed to such cases, but the sadness nearly broke us down. May her sins be forgiven. And be granted Paradise.
#review #poem #AhmadMusa
The world didn't see
Her graduation day
No tooth had she named
After her name
She made no theory
And won no prize.
She lived all her life
In a niche in the world
Her name wasn't known
By many of her time
And will soon be forgotten
By many who'd known.
She didn't make it
To the list of the riches
She just was a girl,
A daughter of her parents
And a fellow colleague
Planning for the future
But if I were to envy
Between her and Newton
Or between her and John D.
Rockefeller
It will be her,
Who holds my attention.
She had sold her time
For a greater profit.
Note: We lost Maryam, a sister and a colleague from dentistry department.May Allah have mercy on her soul. Our thoughts were shaken. Though as medical students often exposed to such cases, but the sadness nearly broke us down. May her sins be forgiven. And be granted Paradise.
#review #poem #AhmadMusa
#review #poetry #S
Depression is a war
A battle against yourself
Every thought is bullet
Every moment is punch
Every word is stab in the heart
Depression is the thief
It steals everything you once had
Everything left behind is the things that keep
Depression is the murder
I look in the mirror
And see this thing
Depression is the zombie
Your alive but your dead
You are unaware of what's happening
You're walking dead
Depression is the nightmare
You wake up into hell
Your afraid of living
Everything seems impossible to bear
Depression is an ocean
A sea of emotions
Never ending pain
Never ending struggles
There is no light
There is no escape
........ (Depression) ...... 🤷♂️
Depression is a war
A battle against yourself
Every thought is bullet
Every moment is punch
Every word is stab in the heart
Depression is the thief
It steals everything you once had
Everything left behind is the things that keep
Depression is the murder
I look in the mirror
And see this thing
Depression is the zombie
Your alive but your dead
You are unaware of what's happening
You're walking dead
Depression is the nightmare
You wake up into hell
Your afraid of living
Everything seems impossible to bear
Depression is an ocean
A sea of emotions
Never ending pain
Never ending struggles
There is no light
There is no escape
........ (Depression) ...... 🤷♂️
Ismail Abba: My teacher
Where I stood there was no light
The rule was steep - hard to walk on
He pulled it down from his bright side
So I could reach even if I'd lie down
#AhmadMusa #poem #review
Where I stood there was no light
The rule was steep - hard to walk on
He pulled it down from his bright side
So I could reach even if I'd lie down
#AhmadMusa #poem #review
#review #ashish #poetry
T'was twilight, an orange shade in the sky,
Escaping the bounty roads, longing to fly,
Like a beetle,
Headed, I , deep into the woods,
Where meandering tracks loses its way,
And persistent doom , claims its stay.
Twittering and hooting owl in the nido,
Scoundrel plunging noisy creek,
Snake, rattling, its way into the meadow,
Forest , echoed with voice so deep.
The woods, now black with silver leaves,
For , moon doth plays its game,
Of zentangles woven with the sand of times,
Perplexes , destiny on the road, again.
T'was twilight, an orange shade in the sky,
Escaping the bounty roads, longing to fly,
Like a beetle,
Headed, I , deep into the woods,
Where meandering tracks loses its way,
And persistent doom , claims its stay.
Twittering and hooting owl in the nido,
Scoundrel plunging noisy creek,
Snake, rattling, its way into the meadow,
Forest , echoed with voice so deep.
The woods, now black with silver leaves,
For , moon doth plays its game,
Of zentangles woven with the sand of times,
Perplexes , destiny on the road, again.
#review #poem #Volfortat
As if my leg was broken,
And seeing nothing i swear,
Please father your forgiveness,
For my sake's or your child's care,
O' Father don't let the belt,
Or shedding your version of hell,
O' Father please let me die,
As i forsaken your suicide after mine.
As if my leg was broken,
And seeing nothing i swear,
Please father your forgiveness,
For my sake's or your child's care,
O' Father don't let the belt,
Or shedding your version of hell,
O' Father please let me die,
As i forsaken your suicide after mine.
#review #persephone #poetry
I NEVER KNEW
The angles started singing a lullaby
Peaceful dark occupying my eyes
I never knew there could
Any more peace than this
I never knew I could be
In a perfect bliss
I call the stars and
Tie my fate to it
I drown my scars and
Burn myself in the sins I commit.
I never knew I could be
Singing to you
I never knew I could be
Your muse
But tripling over the sorrows you hide
I got to know the secrets you confide
In the darkness which doesn't leave your side
Let me burry it
With my wit
Of comparing my times.
I never knew I could be
Loved like fine wine
I never knew I could be
The simily filling your lines.
I NEVER KNEW
The angles started singing a lullaby
Peaceful dark occupying my eyes
I never knew there could
Any more peace than this
I never knew I could be
In a perfect bliss
I call the stars and
Tie my fate to it
I drown my scars and
Burn myself in the sins I commit.
I never knew I could be
Singing to you
I never knew I could be
Your muse
But tripling over the sorrows you hide
I got to know the secrets you confide
In the darkness which doesn't leave your side
Let me burry it
With my wit
Of comparing my times.
I never knew I could be
Loved like fine wine
I never knew I could be
The simily filling your lines.
#review #Ia #write
Just write
If you write with rules
The rules rule you
If you write with intent
Intentions ruin you
If you write for something
That something is nothing
If you write for someone
That ain’t coming to your bed
If you write for yourself
It drowns your soul
So, write with the flow
The nature embraces you to death
Write what you see
Write what you feel
Not to be heard
Not to be seen
Just write to let your words flow
Along the souls that are flowing
Down the river of life
You write for those who believe
You write for those who perceive
What is hidden beyond the flesh
You write for those who need the light
Not everyone here is the follower of light
You just write without caring for rules
You just write what the soul feels
While escaping for the eternal place
Just write
If you write with rules
The rules rule you
If you write with intent
Intentions ruin you
If you write for something
That something is nothing
If you write for someone
That ain’t coming to your bed
If you write for yourself
It drowns your soul
So, write with the flow
The nature embraces you to death
Write what you see
Write what you feel
Not to be heard
Not to be seen
Just write to let your words flow
Along the souls that are flowing
Down the river of life
You write for those who believe
You write for those who perceive
What is hidden beyond the flesh
You write for those who need the light
Not everyone here is the follower of light
You just write without caring for rules
You just write what the soul feels
While escaping for the eternal place
#review #MX #poetry
Canvas
Dream as I might I can not recall.
Nerves, try if you may,
Paint this canvases of white
This blank sheet, so taunting,
Fill it,I shall, of black and color,
Of hate and sorrow,
Of love and bliss,
Of truth, such truth I shall feel!
Never will it be a void again!
Yet, I fear for it’s taint.
I dread the paint I smear on you
Would you forgive me for defiling you?
Or shall I leave you to your content?
For you to ponder with out existence.
Would it be cruel to breath life to you?
Wake from a slumber so through?
Canvas
Dream as I might I can not recall.
Nerves, try if you may,
Paint this canvases of white
This blank sheet, so taunting,
Fill it,I shall, of black and color,
Of hate and sorrow,
Of love and bliss,
Of truth, such truth I shall feel!
Never will it be a void again!
Yet, I fear for it’s taint.
I dread the paint I smear on you
Would you forgive me for defiling you?
Or shall I leave you to your content?
For you to ponder with out existence.
Would it be cruel to breath life to you?
Wake from a slumber so through?
Hi everyone it is my first ever poem in english, all of you please read it and say what u felt about it, especially about the usage of words.
............Friendship...........
In the beginning, it was a big world. The world of strangers,
the world of intellectuals,
they talk great things,
they do great things.
I felt myself like an ignorant there.
But I was not ready to give up
I was not ready to be ignorant,
I prepared and tried hard.
I changed the world of strangers into the world of acquaintances,
I became the intellectual of the world of intellectuals,
and I began to talk great things,
began to do great things.
But One day,
someone asked me.
"Why did you come down to us?"
" You were a lot greater than us!"
I was shocked !!
"Why did you say that?
I could not help but ask.
He said-
"In the beginning, this was a big world. The world of strangers,
the world of intellectuals,
they talk great things,
they do great things.
I felt myself like an ignorant here
I wanted to be like you,
I wanted to talk like you.
But, now we have no differences,
no ups and downs.
no strangeness,
we talk same things,
we do same things,
we share same things"
That was the moment of realization.
It was not a big world,
no one was an intellectual,
no one was talking great things,
no one was doing great things, everyone was EQUAL .
But no one realized it.
Everyone thought they were ignorant in their own worlds.
But, Time has bound those worlds with a thread.
A thread that changed strangers into friends
A thread that can never be cut again.
It's called friendship .
Then everyone realized that they were equal.
#review #AMD #poetry
............Friendship...........
In the beginning, it was a big world. The world of strangers,
the world of intellectuals,
they talk great things,
they do great things.
I felt myself like an ignorant there.
But I was not ready to give up
I was not ready to be ignorant,
I prepared and tried hard.
I changed the world of strangers into the world of acquaintances,
I became the intellectual of the world of intellectuals,
and I began to talk great things,
began to do great things.
But One day,
someone asked me.
"Why did you come down to us?"
" You were a lot greater than us!"
I was shocked !!
"Why did you say that?
I could not help but ask.
He said-
"In the beginning, this was a big world. The world of strangers,
the world of intellectuals,
they talk great things,
they do great things.
I felt myself like an ignorant here
I wanted to be like you,
I wanted to talk like you.
But, now we have no differences,
no ups and downs.
no strangeness,
we talk same things,
we do same things,
we share same things"
That was the moment of realization.
It was not a big world,
no one was an intellectual,
no one was talking great things,
no one was doing great things, everyone was EQUAL .
But no one realized it.
Everyone thought they were ignorant in their own worlds.
But, Time has bound those worlds with a thread.
A thread that changed strangers into friends
A thread that can never be cut again.
It's called friendship .
Then everyone realized that they were equal.
#review #AMD #poetry
Hi everyone it is my first ever poem in english, all of you please read it and say what u felt about it, especially about the usage of words.
............Friendship...........
In the beginning, it was a big world
The world of strangers
the world of intellectuals
they talk great things
they do great things
I felt myself like an ignorant there
But I was not ready to give up
I was not ready to be ignorant
I prepared and tried hard
I changed the world of strangers into the world of acquaintances
I became the intellectual of the world of intellectuals
I began to talk great things
I began to do great things
But One day
someone asked me
"Why did you come down to us?"
" You were a lot greater than us!"
I was shocked !!
"Why did you say that?
I could not help but ask
He said-
"In the beginning, this was a big world The world of strangers
the world of intellectuals
they talk great things
they do great things
I felt myself like an ignorant here
I wanted to be like you
I wanted to talk like you
But, now we have no differences
no ups and downs
no strangeness
we talk same things
we do same things
we share same things"
That was the moment of realization
It was not a big world
No one was an intellectual
No one was talking great things
No one was doing great things
Everyone was EQUAL
But no one realized it
Everyone thought they were ignorant in their own worlds
But, Time has bound those worlds with a thread
A thread that changed strangers into friends
A thread that can never be cut again
It's called friendship
Then everyone realized that they were equal
#review #amd #poetry
............Friendship...........
In the beginning, it was a big world
The world of strangers
the world of intellectuals
they talk great things
they do great things
I felt myself like an ignorant there
But I was not ready to give up
I was not ready to be ignorant
I prepared and tried hard
I changed the world of strangers into the world of acquaintances
I became the intellectual of the world of intellectuals
I began to talk great things
I began to do great things
But One day
someone asked me
"Why did you come down to us?"
" You were a lot greater than us!"
I was shocked !!
"Why did you say that?
I could not help but ask
He said-
"In the beginning, this was a big world The world of strangers
the world of intellectuals
they talk great things
they do great things
I felt myself like an ignorant here
I wanted to be like you
I wanted to talk like you
But, now we have no differences
no ups and downs
no strangeness
we talk same things
we do same things
we share same things"
That was the moment of realization
It was not a big world
No one was an intellectual
No one was talking great things
No one was doing great things
Everyone was EQUAL
But no one realized it
Everyone thought they were ignorant in their own worlds
But, Time has bound those worlds with a thread
A thread that changed strangers into friends
A thread that can never be cut again
It's called friendship
Then everyone realized that they were equal
#review #amd #poetry
Diastema
Trying to read between the lines
I was stuck by the astonishing gaps
A space where we both unite
In your mouth and soul perhaps.
The scary thought of losing you has went too far,
Our dashing truth now seem like a joke badly cracked.
Still I looked around and all I see is you,
With a beautiful face and a dashing tooth.
❣
(This is my first post here, I'll be delighted if you can send in your reviews. Thanks)
#Review #Poetry
Trying to read between the lines
I was stuck by the astonishing gaps
A space where we both unite
In your mouth and soul perhaps.
The scary thought of losing you has went too far,
Our dashing truth now seem like a joke badly cracked.
Still I looked around and all I see is you,
With a beautiful face and a dashing tooth.
❣
(This is my first post here, I'll be delighted if you can send in your reviews. Thanks)
#Review #Poetry
Happiness, is it?
My bracket collection of bangles,
Makes me wanna think less of diamond.
A satire of ending nonsense
Created my form of happiness below sunset.
The thirst for water that confound hunger,
Gives a sweet melody music that has no sound
To you, I'm broken and just seeking a shoulder
But I need no food neither am I dying any time soon.
This poem can prove to have no meaning
Deep insight's only for those who can seek it.
I have spoken, I'll enter my dream smiling
since I'm making no sense to only those who can't read it.
#Review #poetry #OA
My bracket collection of bangles,
Makes me wanna think less of diamond.
A satire of ending nonsense
Created my form of happiness below sunset.
The thirst for water that confound hunger,
Gives a sweet melody music that has no sound
To you, I'm broken and just seeking a shoulder
But I need no food neither am I dying any time soon.
This poem can prove to have no meaning
Deep insight's only for those who can seek it.
I have spoken, I'll enter my dream smiling
since I'm making no sense to only those who can't read it.
#Review #poetry #OA
You were always a boy
And she loved that about you
When you became a man
She believed you will understand
When you looked into her yes
Happiness shone like a diamond
When you asked for her hand
She knew you will never let her go
You lived life one day at a time
But she knew she will never be harmed
Your mistakes did make her cry
But she slept every night in your arms
She loved you more than you deserved
But when you were ready, she was gone
She knew everything about your heart
But when you held it out, she had moved on
You were tough on the outside
But she knew your secrets and dreams
You loved no woman other than her
But all she heard that night were your screams
You didn't ever think she would leave
But when you looked back, she was gone
At times, love is something that's gotta give
Love stories dont always have happy endings
#review #poetry #The_Lost_Poet
And she loved that about you
When you became a man
She believed you will understand
When you looked into her yes
Happiness shone like a diamond
When you asked for her hand
She knew you will never let her go
You lived life one day at a time
But she knew she will never be harmed
Your mistakes did make her cry
But she slept every night in your arms
She loved you more than you deserved
But when you were ready, she was gone
She knew everything about your heart
But when you held it out, she had moved on
You were tough on the outside
But she knew your secrets and dreams
You loved no woman other than her
But all she heard that night were your screams
You didn't ever think she would leave
But when you looked back, she was gone
At times, love is something that's gotta give
Love stories dont always have happy endings
#review #poetry #The_Lost_Poet
#review #AB #poetry
Shut the fuck up!
It is all fucking planned
I come out my world
Where darkness taught me to live
In this filthy and shady light
You give me orders to live a life
What if I decide not to cry
What if I decide not to come
What if I decide not to be like you
Planned, sophisticated and still clumsy
What if I decide to be free
Like the morning air
Cherishing and nourishing the leaves of life
Here in your world, is order
What if I decide to be chaos
Maybe I’m not sane
Maybe I’m an infant
But who gave you right to make these rule
The rule of laughing
The rule of crying
The rule of love
I wanna run where I’m just me
But I’m still you
Your image in my soul
Just wants me dead
It turns out I ain’t a decider
But I fight to decide
To decide my fate
And this fight will end
With only my end
It’s all fucking planned
Shut the fuck up!
Shut the fuck up!
It is all fucking planned
I come out my world
Where darkness taught me to live
In this filthy and shady light
You give me orders to live a life
What if I decide not to cry
What if I decide not to come
What if I decide not to be like you
Planned, sophisticated and still clumsy
What if I decide to be free
Like the morning air
Cherishing and nourishing the leaves of life
Here in your world, is order
What if I decide to be chaos
Maybe I’m not sane
Maybe I’m an infant
But who gave you right to make these rule
The rule of laughing
The rule of crying
The rule of love
I wanna run where I’m just me
But I’m still you
Your image in my soul
Just wants me dead
It turns out I ain’t a decider
But I fight to decide
To decide my fate
And this fight will end
With only my end
It’s all fucking planned
Shut the fuck up!
|NOTHING IN PROMPTICULAR|
DAY 22
CONDITION: Historical fiction
PROMPT: Think of any television, movie, book, or historical character that inspires you. They can be living or dead. Write a journey story with this character as your guide.
"Wake up you lazy, gigantic sloth!"
...
I was groggied. My eyes opened wearily and landed on something. I mean, someone. Someone strange. Strange yet oddly familiar. Only one person on earth sounded like that. Then it clicked!
"WHOA!! ARE YOU?!"
"But how am I..?"
"And I'm breathing? Underwater?!"
...
"Hey fart face, what are you getting all jumpy about?" He began.
I was awestruck. It was him! Odd looking head, limp nose. Limp everything. Face creased from frowning so much. Worn out shirt because no one from here ever changed clothes!
"Hey, hotshot! I'm talking here. And wipe that fuzzy smile of your face. I took a break to get away from him...Tsk, can't have you smiling the same way he does." He continued.
"You took a break to get away from him?"
"Yes him! That fry cook. His square head. Icky yellow skin. His singing. AND HIS TERRIBLE TERRIBLE LAUGH!
I can't stand him! I hate him. I hate him! I HATE HIM!"
Squidward stomped the seabed. Fuming as usual.
"Hey, Squidward. SpongeBob isn't so bad. I thought Squillion was your nemesis."
"EVERYTHING YOU HAVE HEARD ABOUT US IS A LIE! It's all a blasted lie! You think it was my destiny to work for Krabbs?! Know how I got like this? It was a mixup. A big stinking mixup!"
It was fun to see Squidward blow up on TV. But this? It was classic! I put on my most empathetic face. Even if he claimed everything I knew was a lie, I knew the uptight squid loved to be listened to. All the time!
He pulled out his tentacle watch and sighed. "I hate my life." He muttered as he turned around to leave.
"Don't leave!" I begged.
"And why shouldn't I? Moron!"
"Squidward. I want to know the truth. I want to know what this world is supposed to be. I want to know where things went wrong. I want to..."
"Oh shut your face you gargantuan runt. If you really want to know. I'll tell you where to go and that's that." He snapped.
I felt my ears perk...
"Get out of my life and back to the surface. Stinking itch!"
"Hey squid! Another mean word and I'll stomp on you."
His face melted into a dry smile.
"Persistent I see. You remind me of a younger me. Dashing, devilishly handsome. Great life ahead of me. Do you happen to play the clarinet too?"
"No dice. Tell me where I have to go to know the truth!"
He moved up to my level. Held my shoulder and pointed really far out. I really squinted hoping to see what he was looking at.
"You see that thing way over there?" He asked.
"No please. I guess I'm shortsighted underwater."
He slapped his face in dasappointment.
"Well, blind behemoth. That's Davey Jone's locker. If you really want the truth, that's where to start. Now, get your pathetic self out of my pathetic life... Dimbo."
"On account of not stomping you right now. You're going to come with me." I scolded Squidward?
He looked me right in the eyes, "And why should I come with you?"
I shrugged..."You won't have to put up with SpongeBob or Krabbs. And maybe. Just maybe, we can make things the way they are supposed to be. Deal?"
"AWAY FROM SPONGEBOB?!!! YES!!!! Wait here, I'll go get my clarinet..."
#MA #review #shortstory
Author's note.
The journey to "the truth" takes place in the sequel.
😂💔 I honestly don't think I'll write the sequel.
DAY 22
CONDITION: Historical fiction
PROMPT: Think of any television, movie, book, or historical character that inspires you. They can be living or dead. Write a journey story with this character as your guide.
"Wake up you lazy, gigantic sloth!"
...
I was groggied. My eyes opened wearily and landed on something. I mean, someone. Someone strange. Strange yet oddly familiar. Only one person on earth sounded like that. Then it clicked!
"WHOA!! ARE YOU?!"
"But how am I..?"
"And I'm breathing? Underwater?!"
...
"Hey fart face, what are you getting all jumpy about?" He began.
I was awestruck. It was him! Odd looking head, limp nose. Limp everything. Face creased from frowning so much. Worn out shirt because no one from here ever changed clothes!
"Hey, hotshot! I'm talking here. And wipe that fuzzy smile of your face. I took a break to get away from him...Tsk, can't have you smiling the same way he does." He continued.
"You took a break to get away from him?"
"Yes him! That fry cook. His square head. Icky yellow skin. His singing. AND HIS TERRIBLE TERRIBLE LAUGH!
I can't stand him! I hate him. I hate him! I HATE HIM!"
Squidward stomped the seabed. Fuming as usual.
"Hey, Squidward. SpongeBob isn't so bad. I thought Squillion was your nemesis."
"EVERYTHING YOU HAVE HEARD ABOUT US IS A LIE! It's all a blasted lie! You think it was my destiny to work for Krabbs?! Know how I got like this? It was a mixup. A big stinking mixup!"
It was fun to see Squidward blow up on TV. But this? It was classic! I put on my most empathetic face. Even if he claimed everything I knew was a lie, I knew the uptight squid loved to be listened to. All the time!
He pulled out his tentacle watch and sighed. "I hate my life." He muttered as he turned around to leave.
"Don't leave!" I begged.
"And why shouldn't I? Moron!"
"Squidward. I want to know the truth. I want to know what this world is supposed to be. I want to know where things went wrong. I want to..."
"Oh shut your face you gargantuan runt. If you really want to know. I'll tell you where to go and that's that." He snapped.
I felt my ears perk...
"Get out of my life and back to the surface. Stinking itch!"
"Hey squid! Another mean word and I'll stomp on you."
His face melted into a dry smile.
"Persistent I see. You remind me of a younger me. Dashing, devilishly handsome. Great life ahead of me. Do you happen to play the clarinet too?"
"No dice. Tell me where I have to go to know the truth!"
He moved up to my level. Held my shoulder and pointed really far out. I really squinted hoping to see what he was looking at.
"You see that thing way over there?" He asked.
"No please. I guess I'm shortsighted underwater."
He slapped his face in dasappointment.
"Well, blind behemoth. That's Davey Jone's locker. If you really want the truth, that's where to start. Now, get your pathetic self out of my pathetic life... Dimbo."
"On account of not stomping you right now. You're going to come with me." I scolded Squidward?
He looked me right in the eyes, "And why should I come with you?"
I shrugged..."You won't have to put up with SpongeBob or Krabbs. And maybe. Just maybe, we can make things the way they are supposed to be. Deal?"
"AWAY FROM SPONGEBOB?!!! YES!!!! Wait here, I'll go get my clarinet..."
#MA #review #shortstory
Author's note.
The journey to "the truth" takes place in the sequel.
😂💔 I honestly don't think I'll write the sequel.
THINGS
Pretty all the things
Earth , wind ,and sky
Subtle all the sounds
Thunder, rain or joy
Humans, demons, beasts
All is his pry
Deadones blessed livelong
Undying spirits lie
Sombre frigid souls
Dark addled hearts
Hustle - bustle of days
Nights, sad and dry
Eyes filled with dew
Mouth's mourn and cry
Single, love in shape
Parted, you and I
THINGS
Pretty all the things
Earth , wind ,and sky
Subtle all the sounds
Thunder, rain or joy
Humans, demons, beasts
All is his pry
Deadones blessed livelong
Undying spirits lie
Sombre frigid souls
Dark addled hearts
Hustle - bustle of days
Nights, sad and dry
Eyes filled with dew
Mouth's mourn and cry
Single, love in shape
Parted, you and I
#VaishaliArya
#review
Pretty all the things
Earth , wind ,and sky
Subtle all the sounds
Thunder, rain or joy
Humans, demons, beasts
All is his pry
Deadones blessed livelong
Undying spirits lie
Sombre frigid souls
Dark addled hearts
Hustle - bustle of days
Nights, sad and dry
Eyes filled with dew
Mouth's mourn and cry
Single, love in shape
Parted, you and I
THINGS
Pretty all the things
Earth , wind ,and sky
Subtle all the sounds
Thunder, rain or joy
Humans, demons, beasts
All is his pry
Deadones blessed livelong
Undying spirits lie
Sombre frigid souls
Dark addled hearts
Hustle - bustle of days
Nights, sad and dry
Eyes filled with dew
Mouth's mourn and cry
Single, love in shape
Parted, you and I
#VaishaliArya
#review
Chaos
In a world of chaos,
Where crime is a lurking at the next corner
Where revolution is reverberating in the hashtags
Where freedom of expression is just another misnomer
Where rainbow of life turned into binaries of black and white
Where obscure image of past is destroying our crystal present
In this world of chaos
Let 'you' be a pure soul(because I cannot)
#review
#poetry
#verito
(My first attempt to write poetry in english)
In a world of chaos,
Where crime is a lurking at the next corner
Where revolution is reverberating in the hashtags
Where freedom of expression is just another misnomer
Where rainbow of life turned into binaries of black and white
Where obscure image of past is destroying our crystal present
In this world of chaos
Let 'you' be a pure soul(because I cannot)
#review
#poetry
#verito
(My first attempt to write poetry in english)
|NOTHING IN PROMPTICULAR|
DAY 23
||PART 1||
A safe distance apart,The two men stared each other down. They were brothers. Brothers that had fallen out of love. Eight storeys high. They never imagined they'd have something to fight about. At least not there. Not where they were born.The victor would come down probably bruised. Probably battered. Probably half-dead...or probably dead clasping the knowledge that he ruined the other forever.
...
"Boris, this wasn't part of the deal."
"Greco. Greco. Don't even speak of a deal. You betrayed me. You betrayed us. Years ago."Boris' addictions had made his voice a permanent snarl. It was a mirror of his person. Icy. Detached.
"I betrayed no one!" Greco growled. He had slowly learnt to speak again. Back when he lost half his tongue, he did speak. Yet no one understood. Except her.
"Greco. You betrayed me. Betrayed us. Betrayed the cause. You chose the girl and that cost us father."
"Father's death has nothing to do with this! He was a dead man walking." Greco countered.
"How dare you!"
Boris flew into Greco. Cutting his cheek with a Savage elbow.
Greco was blown metres back into the stack of empty kegs.
Boris walked up menacingly to his brother.
"Not another word about father. You're not worthy of him."
Greco hauled himself off the ground. Blood oozing out of the cut. Leaning against the keg that dug into his delicate left rib.
"Father was bound to die. Payment for all the lives he destroyed."
"And what about the ones he SAVED!?" Boris roared with a punt kick into Greco's belly.
"You owe him your life!"
The blast buckled Greco's quivering legs. The impact sent a spasm through his body. His insides had folded over within.
"GRECO! LOOK AT ME." Boris towered over him, and pushed his head with taunting palm thrusts.
Greco said nothing in between grunts. Boris was always stronger, faster, sharper. Boris was always better.
"Look at me, Greco! Your daughter pointed this at me . You thought it could protect her? You thought this could stop me?"
Greco's eyes met the dangling crucifix. He looked higher and saw the devil that wasn't afraid of the cross.
Greco crunched his eyebrows. Defiant of the pain running through him.
"I came for them. I didn't come to fight you."
He voiced almost inaudibly, slowly picking himself off the ground.
"It's not me you should be worried about, Greco."
Boris grinned, pointing to the crane on the next roof.
"Buffoon! Boris! No movie. No book! No one ever ties the enemy's family to a crane on the other building!" Greco snapped, clenching his fists though his legs were still jelly.
"Oh wow! I always knew I'd invent something someday." Boris said, with traces his childhood sarcasm.
"Boris. Let go of Penelope's crucifix."
"Thought you'd never ask."
Boris dropped the crucifix and defaced it with the sole of his boots. Greco's eyes caught fire. He fought back tears. He felt powerless. His one true win in life at the mercy of his brother who had no traces of conscience left?
Crushing the crucifix excited Boris. It didn't take long for the ecstacy to vanish. He took something from his pocket and tapped the red button...
"The crane goes down in ten minutes."
#MA #review #shortstory
DAY 23
||PART 1||
A safe distance apart,The two men stared each other down. They were brothers. Brothers that had fallen out of love. Eight storeys high. They never imagined they'd have something to fight about. At least not there. Not where they were born.The victor would come down probably bruised. Probably battered. Probably half-dead...or probably dead clasping the knowledge that he ruined the other forever.
...
"Boris, this wasn't part of the deal."
"Greco. Greco. Don't even speak of a deal. You betrayed me. You betrayed us. Years ago."Boris' addictions had made his voice a permanent snarl. It was a mirror of his person. Icy. Detached.
"I betrayed no one!" Greco growled. He had slowly learnt to speak again. Back when he lost half his tongue, he did speak. Yet no one understood. Except her.
"Greco. You betrayed me. Betrayed us. Betrayed the cause. You chose the girl and that cost us father."
"Father's death has nothing to do with this! He was a dead man walking." Greco countered.
"How dare you!"
Boris flew into Greco. Cutting his cheek with a Savage elbow.
Greco was blown metres back into the stack of empty kegs.
Boris walked up menacingly to his brother.
"Not another word about father. You're not worthy of him."
Greco hauled himself off the ground. Blood oozing out of the cut. Leaning against the keg that dug into his delicate left rib.
"Father was bound to die. Payment for all the lives he destroyed."
"And what about the ones he SAVED!?" Boris roared with a punt kick into Greco's belly.
"You owe him your life!"
The blast buckled Greco's quivering legs. The impact sent a spasm through his body. His insides had folded over within.
"GRECO! LOOK AT ME." Boris towered over him, and pushed his head with taunting palm thrusts.
Greco said nothing in between grunts. Boris was always stronger, faster, sharper. Boris was always better.
"Look at me, Greco! Your daughter pointed this at me . You thought it could protect her? You thought this could stop me?"
Greco's eyes met the dangling crucifix. He looked higher and saw the devil that wasn't afraid of the cross.
Greco crunched his eyebrows. Defiant of the pain running through him.
"I came for them. I didn't come to fight you."
He voiced almost inaudibly, slowly picking himself off the ground.
"It's not me you should be worried about, Greco."
Boris grinned, pointing to the crane on the next roof.
"Buffoon! Boris! No movie. No book! No one ever ties the enemy's family to a crane on the other building!" Greco snapped, clenching his fists though his legs were still jelly.
"Oh wow! I always knew I'd invent something someday." Boris said, with traces his childhood sarcasm.
"Boris. Let go of Penelope's crucifix."
"Thought you'd never ask."
Boris dropped the crucifix and defaced it with the sole of his boots. Greco's eyes caught fire. He fought back tears. He felt powerless. His one true win in life at the mercy of his brother who had no traces of conscience left?
Crushing the crucifix excited Boris. It didn't take long for the ecstacy to vanish. He took something from his pocket and tapped the red button...
"The crane goes down in ten minutes."
#MA #review #shortstory