DP Daily Prompt: Slash and Burn

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Write five hundred words on any topic you like. Now remove 250 of them without changing the essence of your post.

“I’ve come to buy a sickle.”

“A nickel?” He gave  him one.

Run  along now I have work to do!”

Mom was upset  when she saw me  without the sickle. “Where’s the  money!”

I showed her  the nickel, “He  gave me this.”

Mom  ordered , “Come back with  the sickle.”

A sage walking by saw my tears and asked,  “why are you  crying?”

He laughed when he heard my story.

“Don’t laugh  I am in trouble.”

“Let’s go, I will teach the guy  for cheating.”

“What did you say?”

I did not understand  him.  He disliked my question and told me to walk . In my imagination I turned into a   Sasquatch, made plans to take revenge,I must kill him,  I grabbed the sage’s shirt and yelled, “I will kill you.”

The sage was surprised,  said something in his language ,   lifted me by  my neck and bellowed, ” Kill me huh, let’s see who kills whom!”

Wild thoughts occupied my mind, I was dead  vultures were tearing me to pieces,   the sage was on the  hill laughing .

My soul was in heaven,   Rumi,Iqbal and Waheed, were looking at me. I’m hungry I said.

Instantly two women appeared with delicious food. I was about to eat  it, suddenly I felt someone shaking me.

I opened my eyes,  the sage said . “Hi.”

“Let’s get the crook.” I yelled.

“All right then let’s go .”   The sage smiled!

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365 Writing Prompt: Critical Eye

Write about the subject you usually blog about as if you were a music critic.

I do write blog posts on a variety of topics. Somehow I find the prompts given are directed towards my skills or my favorites. Sometimes it’s about Music, where I grew up , my family, cooking, my likes and dislikes.

One of the recent ones was where I lived at age twelve. I enjoyed writing it , it brought back so many pleasant memories.

The part about my taste in music thrilled me I had the opportunity of writing who my favorite singers are was marvellous.

Sometimes we were told to write poetry and were assured we’d get extra points for it, although poetry is not my thing, I did give it a try, Whether those extra points were given to me I’m not aware, maybe it’s a way of tempting us.

The subject of cooking and eating does come up once in a while as a prompt, I love writing about my favorite food.

When I think of Art, I imagine drawing, I’m not good at it, of course if I think I’m not good at something, I refuse to spend time on it.

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Writing 101,Day thirteen: Serially Found

Today’s prompt: Write about finding something. Interpret this theme of “finding something” however you see fit.

Today’s twist: If you wrote the day four’s post as the first in a series,use this one as the second installment– loosely defined.

My day four post serially lost was all about my ambition to study M.Ed, it didn’t happen, I had too many other things that got in the way. None of them were unsatisfactory, they changed my course of action.

Then I read a comment by “a writer’s Helper” which said: “Life has a way of popping up to set us back from what we thought were our goals. I’m interested to see where your story leads to.”

I’m delighted to let the blogger know I am doing an online course which is giving me satisfaction and joy.

The prompt, “Serially Found” is perfect for me to write what I finally found after losing the opportunity to study M.Ed.

I found a course which has taken me back to continue my studies. It’s an online course offered by Khurram Ali Shafique. It’s a study of Poet and Philosopher, Allama Iqbal.

I started this course in November 2011 and am still  continuing, what I am learning from it is different from what I would have learned had I completed M.Ed as I planned.

The course is one that opens the door for many possibilities. I’ve learned about some of the religions,e.g Buddhism, Christianity and Zoroastrianism, their point of view about pain,sorrow, sin and struggle.

We dealt with the question, whether human being is essentially good and peaceful.

This is what Iqbal says: “If man can realize his sense of respect for his own individuality and can move fearlessly on earth, he will then respect the individuality of others and will become perfectly virtuous.”

I am thrilled I am not letting my brain become  idle.

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Five sentence fiction: Changes

Lillie McFerrin Writes

A unique person 🙂

I’ve met countless people in my life, never had the pleasure of meeting someone like Alice, one moment she’d laugh like a lunatic, you turn around and find her crying, I never quite know what to think of her.

One day she showed interest in Mike, poor Mike is simple there is nothing complicated in his life, he prefers to have things as they are, I knew Mike  since he was a toddler, I didn’t think Alice was his type, when she asked me about him I just said, “Mike is just Mike there are no frills in his thought or action.”

Alice insisted I introduce them,I tried to get out of it but she was relentless, reluctantly I introduced them, they liked each other, they were out for coffee, movies , I saw them everywhere, I wondered how was this possible, Alice was with Mike for the seventh day, I was happy one of them liked to alter, s/h life.

It was Monday morning I noticed Mike was alone, I was curious I asked him about Alice, Mike’s face was red he murmured something then he looked at me ready to pounce, “It’s your fault” he said, you shouldn’t have introduced me to that eccentric.”

I gave him a look of dismay, he ignored my look and said, “Did you know she is crazy?’

Writing 101 Day Twelve: Dark clouds on the (Virtual) Horizon

Today’s Prompt: Write a post inspired by a real-world conversation.

Today’s twist:include an element of foreshadowing of your post.

One day I came back from college and found my mother holding a letter and crying. I asked her why she was so upset, ‘it’s  your brother’s letter from  Chittagong,’ she barely finished the sentence and let out a heartbreaking cry.

“Ranu” she said ,” you have to go immediately to look after your sick brother.”

We only had one train that went to Chittagong, I didn’t know whether it had come and gone, or there was a possibility I could get it.

I found out there still was time, the train arrives at 4 pm, it was 2 pm . I quickly gathered my belonging and headed to the station in a rickshaw. I bought my ticket and waited in the lounge. The train came promptly at 4 pm . I boarded the train and for four hours I thought the worst, how was he,is he seriously ill, will he live, am I going to see him alive?

After exactly four hours we reached Chittagong station. I got off and immediately hired a rickshaw to my brother’s place. I found my sick brother lying in bed, my eldest brother and his wife were somewhere else. My eldest sister who also lived in the same house was doing her own thing.

I soon realized all the siblings there had no desire to look after the sick brother. I went to my brother’s room, collected his medication and noted the times each should be given.

I was there about a week , my brother was recovering well, I wondered when I could go home.

I was sitting in an empty room thinking how I should ask the siblings when I could leave. Unexpectedly I heard them having a serious discussion, I leaned closer, I heard my name, it was my sister in her loud voice : “I don’t think she should be here any longer, she is missing her classes, which she loves to do.”

I did not have the patience to hear her anymore, I packed my bags, next morning, called a rickshaw and was on my way out.

She stopped me pretending she was surprised, “Where are you going Ranu?”

I was livid, I replied:”Where do you think?” I walked out the door, got in the rickshaw and was off to the station.

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DP Daily Prompt: Roy G. Biv

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Write about anything you’d like , but make sure that all colors of the rainbow– red,orange, yellow, green, blue, indigo,violet– make an appearance in the post, either through word or image.

The clear sky tempted Pamela to go for a walk, it has been a long time since she got out of the house. The sun was shining brightly, the grass looked its original color and children skipping with amusement reminded her of her childhood.

Walking along a deserted path she met Sangita, her friend from school, they were delighted to see each other. All at once Sangita asked Pam if she’d be interested to come to their ‘Holi Party.’ Pam wasn’t sure it was such a great idea, she was wearing her attractive indigo dress, she did not want it to be smothered by multi- colors. Pam tried to excuse herself but Sangita refused to take ‘No’ for an answer. Reluctantly she agreed hoping her dress wouldn’t be ruined.

While walking along Pam tripped up fell down and scraped her knee, it was bleeding, she panicked and excused herself and ran home.

Mom was waiting for her with a bunch of Marigolds given by their neighbor, Pam got some band-aid to put on her knee and sat down with her mother. They chatted for a while mom went to check her roast, Pam took a magazine to read, it was all about Kate, Prince William’s wife. Pam loved Kate’s  dress it was a beautiful violet, she  looked extremely pretty in it.

Pam made up her mind to get an orange dress for herself to celebrate Spring!

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Writing 101 Day Eleven: Size Matters (in sentences)

Today’s Prompt: Where did you live when you were twelve years old? which town, city and country? Was it a house or an apartment? A boarding school or a foster home ” An airstream or an RV? Who lived there with you?

Today’s twist: pay attention to your sentence lengths and use short, medium, and long sentences, as you compose your response about the home you lived in when you were twelve years old.

Situated in Punjab, Pakistan is the city of Rawalpindi.It was restored by Jhanda Khan after the devastation by the white Hun. This was the  place where I lived when I was twelve years old.

Our house was located  on Peshawar Road. At the front, close to the main road were three majestic Eucalyptus trees, the scent of their leaves awakened the passers by who looked curiously at them.Behind the trees was a  fence  built with bricks, it was a tottering one , ready to collapse any moment. The herd of buffaloes obliged us by leaning on it. The fence came crashing down which made extra work for the gardener and the servant.

The house was a large one, it had to be, to accommodate fourteen living souls, Mom, Dad, and the kids.

In all there were twelve rooms, four larger, eight smaller with attached bathrooms.

Mom and Dad occupied one  large room. The bossy older sister wanted one large enough to entertain her friends,one was designated for our parents’s  friends, and the left-over for us unimportant kids.

Kitchen was a separate building where my mom cooked and the two servants, prepared the vegetables and washed the dishes.

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DP Daily Prompt: Four Stars

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Write a review of your life— or someone close to you—as if it were a movie or a book.

I was the seventh child of my parents and the second daughter. I was told  I was born after my mom lost her ten month old son.

My sister informed  me mom sat in a corner every day and cried for her son who passed away.

I had an unusual malady as an infant I fainted without any reason, once my aunt had me on her lap, I suddenly fainted, my aunt cried and said, “Apa(big sister) I did not do anything.”

Before my mom could reply,my sister blurted out, “You didn’t do anything she always faints without reason.”

When my sister narrated  this I knew how much my sister loved me i.e. (hated me).

I loved poetry early on, I’d hang out with my older brothers and listened when they memorized poems esp. the funny ones. My memory was sharp, I recited the poem before my brothers  could learn by rote.

I loved singing quietly when no one was watching, the songs the nuns taught were my favorite.

I spent my time reciting my favorite poems and singing. My siblings always found me in the corner of my room, squatting on the floor singing.

I loved to go to school, but when I was unable to complete my homework, I’d make an excuse and stayed home. This angered my sister so much she’d scream at the top of her lungs with the words, “Dad is spoiling her.”

Life according to me was playing with my siblings, having fun moving around the neighborhood exploring a brand new place every day. I never ever thought what I’d like to be when I grow up, these feelings never found its way  in my mind.

When I was eleven my Dad planned a trip to Bangladesh, it was the first time I saw my aunts,  uncles and cousins. Before I saw them in real life I wondered if I have these relatives that my friends boasted about. The mystery was solved I too have near and dear ones like them.

I barely turned twelve, it was a Wednesday morning, the sun was bright, we the younger siblings came out of the house to play as usual, a loud scream from my mother caught our attention, we raced inside, mom was in Dad’s room, we all went in, to my absolute horror I witnessed my dad taking his last breath.

Things were not the same after this incident,my mom announced we will go to Bangladesh for good.

Everyone in the family was heartbroken as we packed our belongings to leave the place we called home for so long!

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365 Writing Prompts: Freaky Friday

If you could be someone else for a day,who would you be,and why? If that seems too easy try this one: Who would you like to have spend a day as you and what do you hope they’d learn from the experience?

The second one to me has a lot of possibilities. I would therefore like to choose the second one.

Who would I like to spend a day  as me? It would be  with the  little boy I met at the mall,and what I hope he’d learn from the experience? How to grow up as a happy person.

Yesterday I was sitting on a bench. I was waiting for my daughter to get her shopping done, so we could head home.

Without warning a little boy, came and sat next to me. He could be three, four or five, it’s not easy to decipher their age when they are that little. However I looked at him and wondered what made him sit so comfortably beside me, given the fact children are always cautioned by parents not to talk to strangers.

I was a total stranger to the little tyke, he looked at me and swayed his legs to and fro feeling completely at ease. Mom said something which I thought was scurry on or I will leave you behind. He got up extended his tiny hand to shake mine. I was overjoyed and was only too glad to oblige. He left making me realize I still am able to attract little ones as I did when I was a teacher.

If it is at all possible ‘d like to spend my day with this sweet kid. At first I’d tell him how happy I was to meet him. I’d ask his name, where he lives,after the introduction, I’d invite him and his parents to my house, will serve some beverage and food to get better acquainted .

My main interest would be to tell the kid some interesting children’s stories, after this  depending on the response I may spend some time doing a bit of Art. I know kids are naturally interested in drawing when enough time is spent in this activity , we  will use  some  time watching cartoons on TV.

I’d  see how much interest he has left. If he tells me he’d like to write some letters of the English alphabet I’d get paper and pencil, after writing his letters when it shows he wants to do something else. I’d see if he can write his name using some of those letters, if he succeeds,I’d give him some treats and ask him what else he’d like to do.

If he is unable to tell me and it seems his interest is waning, we’d call it a day promising to do the same at a later date!

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