U- Ultimatum

U- Ultimatum

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The first string of light appeared;
The screech of boxes was heard;
In a matter of minutes,
The silence in greenfield-
Shattered and paths, severed.

A phrase repeatedly said;
“It’s the last time”- a cycle unend;
Endorphins kicked and
Reality sunk deep;
A final ultimatum was set;

A cycle- should have an end;
That time- word said was meant;
When they went unheeded,
The cycle came crashing,
Thus screeching of boxes was heard.

An ultimatum is a cry-
A sign rock-bottom isn’t far;
When walked on and stamped on,
It’s an oral re-enforcement-
A strength to rebuild life, afresh.

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T- Teardrops

T- Teardrops

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All the emotions-
Bottled inside;
Waiting till there was-
No witness around;
They came down crashing-
an overwhelming tirade;
Only difference from a waterfall-
They made no sound.

And she let it go,
In the stillness of the night;
Her heart was roaring-
As the tear drops slipped down;
Burning her cheeks, soaking the sheet;
Curled up, the teardrops-
Were a relief.
This was a sign-
Her heart still had a beat,
Her heart still could feel.

S- Someday,

S- Someday,

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Someday, she knows-
She’d wake up at dawn;
Shrug her shoulders,
And find the smile
That’s been hiding.
And someday she knows,
Undoubtedly-
The sun will shine
And she’ll feel pretty good;
And someday she knows,
She feels it in her bones-
She’d stare at the mirror,
Proclaiming- so long old soul.
And run her fingers,
Through the depth of the sea;
And race through the mountains,
Forgetting every single thing.

That day is not today,
She also knows undoubtedly;
But someday maybe tomorrow
And that’s all she needs.
One more day of hope she whispers-
Laying to sleep.

R- Racing (through life)

R- Racing (through life)

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They prayed for wealth, stayed up at night;
And in the day, worked till they sweat;
They chased the fineries of the world,
But little pain did it erase.

He sought for peace, out far and wide-
Journeyed from cities to forest to land;
And all the worldly he possessed-
Could little his tormented soul impress.

They raced to catch the earliest fish,
Ignoring the beauty of the sea;
He had all the fishes he could eat,
Alas no one to share it with.

He had the wealth, they long sought for-
They had the love he journeyed for;
He chased for theirs and they did his-
And race through out life, they did.

P- Pleasure is Mine

P- Pleasure is Mine

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The smile on his face,
Erased every doubt;
The chapel stood silent-
As she strode down the aisle.
Primroses in hand,
Her gown glistened on;
As her Prince Charming stood
Still- awaiting his love.

To the crowd they were perfect;
All glitters and gold.
But the battle they fought
To get there- no one knows.
A smile can hide so much-
Oh the couple, they knew.
Two does make it better-
Like balm on a wound.

Forty years of marriage
With the love of her life.
Remission in progress-
This sure was a sign.
Thank you she mumbled-
Amidst tear filled eyes;
The pleasure is mine-
He replied to his bride.

O- October…

O- October…

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January came with a full blowing wind,
The desert weather had a bipolar streak.

And then rolled February, swiftly unhinged-
The heat rising at a reasonable degree.

March stormed on- with the leaves turning green,
Shading passers by from the scorching heat.

April was windy with sand storm about,
Blowing hats off; chilling the land.

May was a pleasure to no one at all;
Fifty degree Celsius brought on too much scorn.

June crawled in little did it help matters,
With temperature rising, it wore people off;

July- now that brought a feeling of ease,
And gratefulness seeing the weather settling.

August was awesome with rain pelting on-
Tho poor drainage system left puddles along.

September rekindled a lot of lost love;
The weather obeyed- with the peoples wants.

October- now that leaves me stumped for words,
Cause I left the desert, didn’t stay anymore.


I guess it’s safe to say my inspiration ink is running dry ūüėÄ but get to letter Z I will. Onto P now!

Writers Quote- Scott Fitzgerald

Writers Quote- Scott Fitzgerald

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For what it’s worth… It’s never
too late, or in my case too early,
to be whoever you want to be.
There’s no time limit. Start whenever
you want.
You can change or stay the same,
There are no rules to this thing.
We can make the best or the worst
of it. I hope you make the best of it.
I hope you see things that
startle you. I hope you feel things
you never felt before.
I hope you meet people who have
a different point of view.
I hope you live a life you’re proud
of. And if you’re not,
I hope you have the courage to
start all over again.
               РF. Scott Fitzgerald

The above words by the late. F Scott Fitzgerald is one I’m glad I came upon. The awesome thing about life is that we have the ability to change and start all over again. And actually, it’s that easy- The first step is having the will, and we’ll go from there.

One of the best thing that ever happened to me is traveling out of the only country I knew to another, thousands of miles away. And actually, it’s not as bad as it seems. If I hadn’t left, I would have missed out on the most amazing opportunity of having the experience to see a whole different culture and people. To interact with people who do not care about past mistakes. To begin things on a clean and clear state. And most of all, to belong in community with a variety of citizens each from different nationalities and getting to learn and experience their way of life. Not to mention, the “amusing” characters you get to come across who make the perfect inspiration for writing.
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N- Now is good

N- Now is good

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Now that I’m older,
It does seem time flies;
Can barley grasp minutes,
‘Fore they slip through my hands.

                   Now days are running,
                   While the nights seem too short;
¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬†It’s the first string of light ,
¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬†‘Fore you know, dusk arrives.

Now I am learning-
Life is a series of test;
Experience comes first hand,
And the lessons come next.

                   Now, is substantial-
                   Now is good, Now is great,
                   For all the things needing doing;
                   Tomorrow maybe too late.

Flash Fiction: Blackouts 8

Flash Fiction: Blackouts 8

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                                    *After the interrogation*
Staring at a picture of the stolen¬†Madame Trousoule painting, the detectives couldn’t help but gaze at it’s beauty.
“It’s a view of paradise on earth,” one of the two detectives exclaimed, “Miss Blake has a good taste when it comes to artifacts, I’ld give her that.” He appeared to be in his fifties with wrinkles and poorly managed gray hair.

His partner was a Hispanic young man of average height and slender built who looked not more than late-twenties. He in turn spoke, “Miss Blake did look bewildered towards the accusation, in fact, it was like she had no idea what the heck we were talking about.”

“Ah, don’t let her fool you boy, I say she’s just a great actress,” the older detective said. “When you hear the name Blake, trust me, it’s trouble.” Seeing the confused look on his young partner’s face, he added, “let’s just say, Richard Blake and I go way back and there’s no love lost between us.”

With that the older detective left the interrogation room, leaving the young Hispanic to ponder if Allison Blake really is more than meets the eyes.


Flash Fiction For Aspiring Writers challenge. Word count: 188 sorry PJ, I had to go over on this one. This part is a direct continuation of part7. I felt the need to round up on this photo prompt seeing ¬†as there’s going to be another next week. So, here it is, my second submission this week.