Writing 101: Search your stats for a post idea. If you don’t glean anything from your stats page, consider one of these prompts instead.
If you were forced to make your blog private, would that affect your writing?
Overnight you discover you’ve gained 50,000 blog subscribers, what would you write for your next post?
One day you notice a strange stat. Write a short piece of fiction or poem that describes what you see and/or what happens?
I was awakened from my sleep one day,
The computer was telling me to turn it on right away.
Being a lover of sleep I yelled out ‘can you be calm?’
‘No I can not’ said the machine,
‘For it will do you plenty of harm.’
‘Really’ I said ,’you got to be kidding.’
‘No ma’am I’m not,’ it replied laughing!
I turned on the machine what did I see?
On the state page,
My Dad was busy writing a story for me!
“I know I’m not a poet but I love it , sadly I do not have the gift of writing poetry.” Ranu! 🙂
Tell us about the last time you had a real,deep, crying-from-laughing belly laugh.
I can remember only once when I was very young, my two older brothers were looking at a magazine, they saw something and started laughing, I came along and without knowing what was so funny that made them laugh, burst into a hysteric laughter. It was so bad I could not stop myself. My eldest brother came and took the magazine away from my brothers, he threatened to hit us if we didn’t stop. My brothers stopped but I could not stop laughing.
It was so bad my tummy was hurting. After that incidence I do not recall having such a fit again.
Tell us about the last time you had a real,deep, crying-from–laughing belly laugh.
I cannot remember laughing that hard, I do laugh when some of my siblings make mistakes. Once one of our aunt asked my brother,Riaz, “How is your middle sister?” He was disturbed, instead of giving a reply, he showed he didn’t like the question.
He said, ” She is not my middle sister she is My sister”.
There have been many occasions I laughed because some of the questions my classmates asked were stupid. I know I shouldn’t but I could not control myself.
I know laughter is the best medicine, it’s not always easy to laugh I think.
Jamming the jelly beans in one box
Is not a smart idea I thought
Jeepers it’s only a suggestion
There is no need for
So much tension!
Jack who was hungry
Went to get some
He found them beans
All stuck together
Mom he yelled,
Dad he whistled
The jelly beans are stuck together!
Mom came running
Dad was screaming
You’d think maybe
The house was burning
Jamming the jelly beans
Was a bad idea
Jester Jimmy started laughing!
A map of the languages spoken in Bangladesh, in English. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
I was happy to be in a girls college. No one there to tease me or make fun of me. We can look for a perfect world,sadly that doesn’t exist. I tell myself,’What’s wrong now,you got what you wanted’? Yes I did. but this is just a different problem. One of the girls who happens to be from my home town ,made life impossible for me. She always said something negative,if I said anything.I was fed up with her.She happened to be my mother’s distant relative,which didn’t help.
This college was run by American nuns.They were very strict,one of the teachers Sr. Joseph Mary,would come up to our dormitories, to make sure our beds were made,also we weren’t allowed to sit on the bed.We were provided with small stools made of wicker,which is called ,’Mora’ in Bengali. Bedtime had to be strictly observed,lights were out at 10.30 pm. It was not a problem for me, I always went to bed at 10.00 pm.
Our principal was Sr. Augustine Marie, she wanted us to study every waking moment or else she would call a meeting and take us to task. In the evening we all had to assemble in the library and study.One evening we heard a noise,before I could think what it was, all the girls ran out of the library,I was not far behind. We left our sandals and ran bare feet,screaming,sister,sister,there were thirty-three of us, you can imagine the noise we made.Sister Augustine Marie went straight to the library to investigate.She found nothing ,but our sandals scattered in the library.The face she made when she came out was priceless! Despite our fear, we would have burst out laughing. But this was the principal we dare not make fun of her or she would send us packing!