DP Daily Prompts: Missing Sequels

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If you could create a sequel to one favorite (standalone) movie, which would it be? How would it build on the original?

I have a few favorite movies, I find some of them end like the fairy tales such as,”and they lived happily thereafter.”

One of my favorite movie is , “Oliver Twist” by Charles Dickens, if Dickens were alive how would he have written the sequel to his book. It is a very interesting story, I personally think about Oliver, in the original movie, he was freed from the clutches of the terrible man and was lucky to go back to his grandfather.

He was only a little child there is a lot of possibilities to write a sequel. Perhaps one could write about his school life, how he fared in his studies and classmates. The fact that he had learned some evil things while he was with the kidnapper, would he go back to using those skills to stay away from school and study.

Could those experiences suddenly flash  in his mind and he hangs out with kids who are also not fond of school. They decide to create a group and start pick pocketing. While grandpa has no idea what his grand kid is doing behind his back.

Finally grandpa gets wind of it and sends Oliver to reform school, what would that experience do to him, will he become a changed man or will it make him worse?”


DP Daily Prompt: An Extreme Tale

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“It was the best of times, it was the worst of times.” Charles Dickens, A Tale Of Two Cities.

When was the last time that sentence accurately described your life?

We were a happy family, Mom and Dad and us the brothers and sisters. We went to the best school in the city, we lived in a twelve room house, it was rented we didn’t own it. Our kitchen was not in the main house.

We had a beautiful garden in front of our house, there were three Eucalyptus trees right in front.

Life was good we ate delicious food cooked by our mom, we played, we roamed around near our house to find out who were our neighbors.

My mom loved pets we had pigeons, roosters, hens, ducks, rabbits and two cows, the cows were there for milk.

We had nothing to complain everything was running smooth.

Then it happened what we never dreamed of, our Dad died, I was only twelve. Things went from bad to worse, mom announced we’ll have to leave our favorite city and move to her home in Bangladesh.

At my age at that time I did not understand what all this meant. Within six months our things were packed what we couldn’t take were left behind.

We took a flight from Lahore to Dhaka, then from the airport we went to  our uncle’s house and stayed there for a few days.

After a few days we went to our grandpa’s village home, our grandparents were not alive but our uncle and aunt lived in the house.

A year later we moved to a house my elder brother bought in Comilla, Bangladesh. It was a small house compared to the one we left in Rawalpindi.

We all felt the absence of our Dad, we realized there will be no one buying pastries from the vendor for us, besides in this town there were no vendors selling pastries, there were vendors who sold vegetables, meat and fish only.

I could not take admission in a school, because the medium of instruction was Bengali,  I had always studied in an English school, they had one school where the medium of instruction was English it only had  up to grade six. I was in a higher grade therefore I studied home and decided to prepare for high school exam privately.

My Dad left a fair amount of money, it was sufficient for us, my eldest brother convinced my mother to let him start a business. He had no experience, yet my mom thought he’d do well.

In one year my brother lost all the money my Dad saved for us, we were in a dire situation, fortunately two of my older brothers were working they helped us through this hardship.

My mother was heartbroken she never faced such a terrible situation in her life. She was a very pious lady which must have helped our family.

It took us a long time to change our fate, we did not give up. It taught us one thing, that  life has its ups and downs, only the braves survive,we accomplished our goals each one of us, now we look back and tell ourselves we survived because of our mother, she reminded us daily, we must be strong willed or else we won’t make it.

Here I am narrating about our pleasures,pain, struggles and how we stuck to each other till we were self-sufficient!