Daily Prompt : Peculiar

In response to the prompt : Peculiar

Odd and Even are going for a walk,

It’s sounds strange how they talk.

One’s English accent is peculiar,

The other’s accent is not queer.

Even tells Odd, ‘I’ll teach you brother,’

Odd replies, ‘it’s all right why bother.’

So they decided to go separate ways,

Rather than tease each other anyways!

……………………………. 🙂

 

365 Writing Prompts: Fictional elevator

You’re stuck in the elevator with an intriguing stranger. Write this scene.

I came out of Selfridges  The department store in London, England for  some reason, I was in a hurry to get the Piccadilly line underground tube train. I took the first available elevator, well this is when my plan to get back to my residence in a hurry failed.

I noticed there were others who were in the elevator, they looked like people from some other planet, their language and their behavior was something I hadn’t encountered before. I took a spot and stood there hoping I’d reach the ground fast.

It was not to be, immediately after I entered the door closed. I heard someone say, ” welcome Miss to our unbelievable device, it will take you wherever you want to go, you need to have patience.”

I think I was scared I never heard  an elevator speaking before, in a moment of frenzy I spoke out loud, ” I do not have time, I have to catch my train as soon as possible.”

I had barely finished talking, when right there before me was an odd looking stranger, half his face was covered with a long flowing beard, the other half was clean shaved, when he spoke his teeth resembled Gabriel and Rafa’s, my feline friends, he was wearing Rumplestilskin’s boots and every second made a noise, enough to frighten the bravest human being. As you can guess I am the most  timid person who ever set foot on this planet.

Upon seeing this stranger I looked for another spot to move into, his form seemed to cover the length and width of the elevator, “Miss stay still this is my order or I’ll turn you into a werewolf.”

“Please don’t change me into anything I won’t move from my spot.” I said.

Hearing me speak brought about an earth shaking laughter out of him, I felt the elevator would come apart.

“This  device will take us to an unknown destination, you’d be able to eat and drink, there will be fairies to entertain you, you must stay calm or we’ll end up in a dungeon,return from there would be impossible,” he yelled!

Those words scared me I completely froze and tried to think of the prayers my mom taught me to escape from danger. While I was trying to recall which prayer  would be more suitable. I heard a loud alarm.

The weird man was trying to get my attention, “Hey you he said, did you hear my warning?”

“Warning? ” I repeated !

“Yes, you forgot about the dungeon, from where you never can come out?”

“I do ,Really I remember, I thought you said something else I did not hear?”

“Want me to speak louder?”

“Oh no, I was nervous, I cannot remember what I said?

He seemed to take pity on me and calmed right down, in a very low and friendly voice he said, “I’ll reach you to the right floor so you can take the tube train to, did you mention Piccadilly line?”

“Yes sir, thank you, thank you,” I said with a frightened voice.

“Here we are”, said the spooky guy. “Do not tell anyone about your experience, if you betray me, I’ll come after you, so beware, just tell them you met this awesome nice guy who took you for a ride in his very own elevator, Cheerio folks!”

…………………………………. 🙂

writing prompt : Dearly Departed 365 days jan 25 2014 wordpress.com

Writing my eulogy sounds strange . Let me see what I’d want others to write. I was a nice person. My neighbors liked me. I didn’t have many friends. Ones I had didn’t have anything negative to say about me.

I did not interfere in the private lives of my friends or family. Sometimes I went out of my way to help,which was cautioned by my Dad at a very early age. I was happy doing my own thing. I loved music and didn’t mind playing the records repeatedly.

I liked reading spiritual books. Tagore, Iqbal and Ghalib were my favourite writers.

https://sabethville.wordpress.com/2014/01/365-days-jan. 25-dearly departed/