Daily Prompt : Rhyme

In response  to the prompt : Rhyme

Without Rhyme or reason I went for a walk,

When I went half way I was unable to talk.

Suddenly along the way appears my pal Evie,

She burst out into a laughter when she saw me.

‘Hi, chaman’, she said, ‘I was about to call you,

But my phone lost charge, I knew not  what to do.’

Something happened I lost my voice,

I cried because I had no choice.

Evie used sign language, so I could laugh,

But we stared at each other for hour and a half.

I know I’m trying very hard to rhyme,

Whether I’ve done it I know not this time!

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Daily Prompts: VOICE

Write a new post in response to today’s one-word prompt.

VOICE

I lost my voice because of laryngitis

I’m asked is it worse than dermatitis

I could  only tell

If I knew both well

I think I’d go ahead and ask Midas!

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DP Daily Prompt: Use It or Lose It

Write about anything you’d like, but make sure the post includes this sentence:

“I thought we’d never come back from that one.”

Harry was known for his evil ways, once he wanted to try how it feels to do something really outrageous, he did things to feel important and in his heart he was sure, he’d never get caught.

One day he visited his classmate Priscilla’s house. He made sure no one was at home, he found out Priscilla’s Mom always left the back door open. He went in through the back door, suddenly he felt extremely hungry,he quickly went to the kitchen to see if there was any food he could eat. He was lucky Mrs. Baker was having some company that day, she did part of her cooking in the morning, she baked a cake for dessert and left it on the table to cool. Harry’s mouth was watering at the sight of the delicious cake.

The fact he was not looking at his mom’s dessert but someone else’s completely slipped his mind, he took out a plate and helped himself to a large piece of the un-iced cake. He felt full but was thirsty so he poured a glass of water, after drinking it, he left it in the sink.

He took a short cut to go home, while walking along he started humming a tune in his off beat voice: “I ate a piece of cake so delicious and soft, I wish I carried another piece to my lovely loft!”

Priscilla happened to walk on the same path, she looked at him and said: “Please don’t sing with your hideous voice, its totally unbecoming!”

Harry ignored her and walked straight home.

Next day Harry invited his friend Jason to accompany him he  felt quite brave. He told Jason about the back door which was unlocked the last time he was there. This time it was locked , Harry told Jason to wait while he looks for a way to get in, luckily the kitchen window was open, he told Jason to wait outside the back door, which he’d open for his friend once he gets in through the window to the kitchen.

He entered the kitchen through the window it was not easy, but nothing is easy in life you have to strive to get what you want, he mumbled.He quickly went to the back door and opened it for Jason to come in.

The plan was to eat what they could and take some home,good plan isn’t it, they looked at each other with a broad smile 🙂

The kitchen table was full of varieties of food, they  were  unable to choose which one they  should try first  and then make up their  mind which smell was more inviting, is it on the left or on the  right. While they were thinking, they heard a click,followed by a bark and footsteps. Both Harry and Jason made a quick run for the back door, luckily no one was there and they were able to get out safely. Harry was breathing heavily, the thought that they were nearly caught made him more nervous.

Jason my dear he said : “I thought we’d never come back from that one!”

https://sabethville.wordpress.com/2015/02/19/dp-daily-promp…-it-or-lose-it

 

 

 

 

DP Daily Prompt: Can’t Stand Me

What do you find more unbearable, watching a video of yourself, or listening to a recording of your voice? Why?

Before I decide which one is undesirable my voice, or a video of myself? I will pick   my voice not the video, how did I figure it out,here is how?

When I was a student in London’s Institute Of Education, each one of us were given a piece of writing to read and record. We were instructed to go to the room where there was a recorder and a piece of writing , we were to go one at a time and read and record what was on that piece of paper, none of us saw it before, when my turn came I walked over to the room closed the door behind me and read the piece.

When we all had our turn, our Prof. Mr. Baird brought the recorder and played it for all of us to listen to our voice. When mine was finished, he said, “A fine piece of reading”, this made me think my voice is worth listening to.

As regards the video, my husband once took out his video camera and told us to walk while he took the video, there were a large number of us all family members, we had no idea how we should  walk, it ended up to be a disaster, none of us looked good, so video of myself was not what anyone will call nice.

https://sabethville.wordpress.com/2014/07/10/dp-daily-prompt-5/

365 days Writing Prompt: Might as well jump

What’s the biggest risk you’d like to take—but haven’t been able to? What would have to happen to make you comfortable taking it?

The biggest risk I’d like to take is to write a fiction, where the characters would resemble my family members i.e my siblings. The reason I haven’t tried it yet, because I’m not sure it’ll go over very well.

Everyday I come close to writing it, my inner voice keeps warning me, “Not a good idea,write something else.”

But something else cannot be as interesting as my siblings, when my mom was fed up  with us, she’d always say, “How did you turn out to be so different from each other?”

During those days we actually got along with each other, we helped, we shared, we were not selfish.Today we are so different, it’s amazing. 

Nothing can happen to make me comfortable taking this risk!

: https://sabethville.wordpress.com/2014/06/18/365-days-writi…t-as-well-jump/

365 days Writing Prompt: Weaving threads “The Discarded Pitcher”

Draft a post with three parts, each unrelated to the other,but create a common thread between them, an object, a symbol,, a place—in each part.

Mona found a pitcher stashed in the corner of her room,she was about to throw this dirty stained object,when suddenly she heard a voice, “this is a valuable object, do not throw it”, startled on hearing a voice in her one bedroom house,she looked around, there was nothing, she thought maybe it is her inner voice warning her. She lived alone ,there was no other person to tell her anything.

She went to work that morning, forgot about the pitcher, when she came home she found the pitcher missing, delighted she said to herself,”I’m so glad I didn’t have to discard this piece of junk.”

Meanwhile in another part of town, Rahim the carpenter was showing the pitcher to his friend Abdul, the friend looked at it with interest and asked, “where did you find it, let’s clean it up and see if you can sell it.” 

After cleaning the pitcher, they realized it was an antique bronze pitcher with strange markings on it. Rahim found it on his way home, he picked it up and brought it home. Abdul who thought he was wiser than his friend,advised him to sell it, he said,”what if the owner is looking for it,you can be in serious trouble.”

Rahim was a very honest man, who never stole in his life,the very fact the pitcher was in his house will be a cause for concern, that night he dreamed he was in prison for stealing the pitcher, he tried to convince the guard he was not a thief, but his cries for mercy, was looked upon as a ploy to get out of prison, he woke up and found himself still crying. He went to his friend Abdul , told him about his dream, they decided they’d have to bury it far away from Rahim’s home.

Rahim felt better, he wrapped the pitcher with an old worn out shirt, he used for dusting, he got Abdul to help him bury this strange object which was the reason for his sleeplessness. They succeeded in burying it deep in the ground.

Days and months passed Rahim was happy, he and his friend were able to quietly bury the pitcher.

This time the pitcher landed in the home of a couple, it seemed their daughter was playing in their yard one day she found the pitcher outside wrapped in some old torn shirt, she was curious, picked it up and brought it home, when her mom saw it she told the daughter to throw it in the garbage. But the daughter wanted to keep it, reluctantly her mom agreed, she was not sure what she could do with it.

One day while cleaning it she heard a voice,it said, “I’m so glad you didn’t throw me away, I will make you the richest person in this city.” 

The voice scared her so much,she fainted on the spot. Her husband came home and found the wife completely insane, he didn’t understand what happened to her, he thought it must be the pitcher ,he made up his mind to get rid of it immediately, which he did.

So the voice in the pitcher could not assure anyone, he’d change their life and ended up in a garbage dump!!

: https://sabethville.wordpress.com/2014/05/29/365-days-writi…carded-pitcher

 

 

 

 

Writing Prompt: Unknown Caller

You receive a call from an unexpected person.Who is it,and what is the conversation about? Go!

 

It is not strange to get calls from people who we never heard of,even if your number is not in the phone book. I think they just dial any number without knowing who is on the other end if it happens to be a female voice they think they’ve hit the jackpot. Then they start talking about unbelievable deals which happens only once in a lifetime.

I have picked up the phone a few times, when I answer,there is a pause, then I hear the sound of a horn, which means they are about to tell me I’ve won some kind of a trip.What they do is they try to find out as much as they can about you.So when I say,”I am not interested,” they hang up and look for some other prey. My conversation is short.

I do not let them say too much, I’ve not cared to find out why they called.

 

 https://sabethville.wordpress.com/2014/04/18/writing-prompt-unknown-caller/

 

I is for Iris

 

In my heart

There is a little voice

It tells me what I must do

I have no choice!

 

In my heart

There is a little voice

Iris is a beautiful flower

It tells me not to pick it

But just enjoy it!

 

In my heart

My little voice

Is always warning me

To be kind and gentle

To the people of this world!

 

I am a product

Of my little voice

I have to listen to it

Don’t you see

I will feel awful if you disagree!

 

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DP Daily Prompt: Brilliant Disguise

It was a while ago, my Mom’s cousin came to visit us one day. He had a long beard and was dressed like a Sadhu. My brother did not recognize him at all. He was about to throw him out. I was in the bathroom taking a shower,my brother was increasingly agitated to see this stranger in our house, who kept arguing with him, he did not tell him who he was.

When the conversation got louder I heard them. I told my brother to stop arguing because he was our uncle. How did I know,I recognized his voice.

My mother came out and started laughing she asked him why he was disguised like that. My uncle was a politician,he always gave speeches against the government. The government employed some detectives to follow him, so they could trace him and incarcerate him.

http://dailypost.wordpress.com/2014/03/14/daily-prompt-brilliant-disguise/

DP Daily Prompt: On The Edge Post by Ranu

“To be successful at reading comprehension, students need to …” (Photo credit: Ken Whytock)

I have neglected to finish reading my books. To keep me from thinking about it every moment of the day,I have picked up,”Paulo Coelho’s Eleven minutes again”. This time I intend to fulfill my obligation. I hope my habit of procrastination will not block my intention.

Waiting in line to get my reading on an even keel are: Tagore,Coelho,Michael Ondaatje. I was almost tempted to add one more new author on the list,when a voice told me to get the ones I have, completed before I increase the number of authors. I will have to stay away from the book stores,  how long I do not know myself.

For now I’ll read the ones I possess. I am afraid they’ll show up in my dreams as monsters ready to imprison me for this heinous crime. Did I mention I started reading one already?