365 Writing Prompts: Comedy of errors

Murphy’s law says, “Anything that can go wrong will go wrong.” Write about a time everything did—fiction encouraged here, too!

The other day I went to take care of some important work that could not wait. I went out, the weather was extremely cold, I was dressed as warm as I could, it felt I should have worn more layers than I did.

When I was walking down my driveway, I saw my neighbor, I called her a few times, finally when she looked up I asked how she was. She seemed not too happy but I thought I was being a good neighbor. She reminded me to hurry along to catch the bus. I knew there still was time and I won’t miss the bus, as my neighbor was busy I left her alone and went to the stop.

I reached my stop and noticed the bus I was waiting for was coming from the opposite direction, this meant I’d have to wait another fifteen minutes outside in this cold windy day. Finally the bus came I got on and got off after five stops.

I was glad I’d have my job done and I’ll be home in a few minutes. I went to the bank the lady asked me about the address of this person, I did not have it. I told her maybe my daughter would know. I called her there was no answer. I called her cell phone still no answer. I was disappointed and decided I’ll take care of it the next day.

As I came out of the bank I saw the bus leaving, oh no I said to myself I’ll have to wait thirty minutes for the next bus.

The wind was stronger than when I first came out of the house, waiting for the bus was difficult, it was cold, my fingers were cold, I did wear gloves, they were not warm enough.

I finally reached home and was glad at least the heating system was working!

https://sabethville.wordpress.com/2015/02/27/365-writing-pr…medy-of-errors/

 

365 Writing Prompts: Secret of success

What would it take for you to consider yourself a “successful blogger”? Is that something you strive for?

When I started blogging I did not think of success, it was something unknown to me, I wanted to see how I’d do, in other words will the other seasoned bloggers be interested to read my posts, there were a few. I was not disappointed, I felt even if I had one blogger who reads my post every day, I’d feel I am successful.

Fortunately there is one who reads it and finds whatever I write interesting, and always writes wonderful comments.

I do not strive to become a successful blogger, I wanted to become a successful teacher, I became one as far as the administrators and the children are concerned. I did not get any award for it, but I was happy to know the children ,their parents and the principals I worked with liked me. This is the kind of success I like.

https://sabethville.wordpress.com/2014/08/25/365-writing-pr…ret-of-success/

 

Writing Prompt: Seconds

I always loved spicy food. Once our whole family were invited to dinner to my parents friend’s house.  The lady whom we addressed as auntie was a very good cook. I was excited, I knew she makes everything tasty, we were looking forward to this dinner. When we got there our aunt told us her daughter-in-law cooked the meal. I was somewhat disappointed to know she was not the cook. Anyhow I was anxious to find out if she was as good as her mother-in-law or better.

Dinner was served, the main item was  “Seekh Kebab”( seekh is an Urdu word which means, skewer). The aroma of these kebabs were out of this world. Talk about spicy the lady was not skimpy as far as the spices were concerned. She was very generous with the most important spice ,cayenne powder.

Seekh Kebab is a dish where spices are important,too much or too little ruins the taste. Our hostess was a seasoned Chef , the kebab’s were so tasty, I still remember the taste after such a long time. They were served with Parathas( flat bread made with white flour and pan fried in ghee( clarified butter).

All we were interested in was the above two items. I cannot remember what else was there. We talked about this meal for days. We were invited again to have this meal,it wasn’t the same something was missing, maybe it was missing the love or our hostess wasn’t in a good mood.

https://sabethville.wordpress.com/2014/02/22/365-days-feb22-seconds/

DP Daily Prompt: But No Cigar

I always hoped my husband would move out of Newfoundland and settle in Ottawa,Toronto,or Montreal. It didn’t happen he kept putting it off.

We looked at houses in Ottawa,the prices were reasonable. My husband would always have a reason to say ,”No”. He liked Toronto better . His friend sent all sorts of pictures of houses on sale. He either did not like it or it is too expensive . I was disappointed but did not fuss too much.

Finally I accepted the fact, St. John’s was a city which had everything we needed. Besides big cities had too much crime on the go, pollution was a major concern . Here transportation is adequate for us our car or sometimes using the public transportation is okay where I live. There is no pollution here.

Things have worked out for me. I no longer have the desire to move into a big city. I wouldn’t like to be continuously stressed out. If I need something I can always go for a week and buy it. Life here is pleasant, comfortable and there are people who are friendly and always ready to help,should there be any need.

http://dailypost.wordpress.com/2014/01/16/daily-prompt-close-2/

DP Weekly Writing Challenge Shorola AKA Corolla Cliff Hanger Part 3

Shorola woke up. She was disappointed. The nice man did not appear in her dream. She didn’t dream at all. What does it mean? She wondered.

She must take out the three pouches under the mattress. She’d find her answer from them. “Where are my pouches,I put them here,where did they go?” She cried.

“Mom ,mom I can’t find my things,I put them under my mattress,who took them, Mom you have to find them, she cried!”

Mom came running. “What is it my child, what are you looking for?

“My things, my things, you have to find them.”

“What are they, tell me.”

“I’m not allowed to tell,oh what will I do?”  She screamed ,she kicked her legs violently.

It was so loud the mothers with their children  rushed to her house. They all said in one breath, “What’s wrong, why are you crying so loud?”

” My things are gone, I can’t find them.”

“Okay ,tell us what the things are, I’m sure we can find them, one mother said.”

‘But’, she hardly said the first word when a huge ugly monster appeared from nowhere.

“Let me guess it said, you’re not allowed to tell.”

“Who are you,how do you know?” She was trembling.

The size of the creature could make anyone shake.

“Now my little friend it said. I knew you’d mess it up. So I made the things disappear.”

“Why, who are you, I wanted to be happy, you ruined my chances, you are evil, I want you to go away.”

“Really are you sure you want your nice man to leave?” It said.

” You’re not a nice man. You’re hairy and scary.” She cried.

“So it’s final you want me to go ,you like your nickname Corolla, are you bitter,do you want the children to make fun of you?”

“How do you know all this Shorolla screamed, were you listening to our conversation?”

“I’ll tell you one more time I’m your nice man. I told you I’ll visit you once more. Did you forget?”

“How can I believe you, You look different. You don’t even look like a human.”

The neighbors were finding it interesting. They stayed around to see what will happen next.

“All right folks he said , close your eyes for a moment.”

They heard the house shake for a minute,then all was quiet.

There he was the “Nice Man” with his long beard, just the man Shorolla saw before!

She was overwhelmed. She couldn’t cry or laugh but froze. Her Mom shook her, she was so exhausted she couldn’t move but fell right where she stood.

What happened the next hour she didn’t know. When she woke up she found everyone busy. There were all sorts of food,beverage on the table. All eyes were fixed on her. She tried to get up but they told her to rest for a few more minutes.

When she got up, her mother invited everyone to share the food  and drinks. The kids were friendly and promised never to call her Corolla.

Shorola  lived up to her name. She transformed into an innocent girl whom everyone loved!!

https://sabethville.wordpress.com/ DP weekly writing challenge part 3 cliff hanger

DP Daily Prompt: Are you being served? Post by Ranu

Once I bought a shoulder bag in a store in London,England.  I took it home and was disappointed when the zipper broke as I tried to open it. I went to a store nearby to get it fixed. The store clerk asked me the date I purchased the bag. I told her yesterday, she seemed puzzled and told me I must take it back to the store. Back in Dhaka if this happens they refuse to admit  they sold me a defective bag, replacing it is out of question.

Reluctantly I went back to the store. I stood in a corner of the luggage department. I hoped I’d see the man who sold the bag, after fifteen minutes I saw a different store clerk approaching me,he asked me did I need help. Quite hesitantly I showed him the bag,he took it from me and was taking quite long to return,I thought he will tell me he cannot take it back.

He apologized ,told me he could not find a similar bag,but he had one which was slightly larger. He was ready to refund my money.I was impressed and agreed to take the larger one and pay the difference. He was so polite, I wished the store clerks in Dhaka would take a refresher course in good manners from someone like him.