Hey guys, so I
sort of really need your help. Tedx organization, which I’m sure most of you have come across; if you haven’t, it is an organization which provides a platform for individuals to share their ideas and stories for the benefit of others. Well, Tedx is coming to my university this August!
Yup, the form is out and in the open for the students. Here’s the problem, the topic is “Vision” and I am at a loss as to what “story/idea” I should talk about. At first, I thought about “Self esteem” because I feel like it’s basically the backbone to everything. We need self-esteem to build the courage, in order to take our visions places. I wanted to talk about building each other’s esteem and the importance of family in regards to it.
But now, I would love to know what other topics you feel I could talk about which is under the spectrum of “Vision”. Especially for those of my followers who have been reading my posts for a while now, what other topics do you think fit perfectly with me and vision. I would really appreciate your feedback.
A ten year old with wild dreams,
An astronomist in the making;
Bumped through life’s many pitfalls,
Stumbled a bit, wavering.
Your mama’s told me all about you-
With dreams taller than your statue;
The goings rough, in the mean while;
Yes you- I know, don’t deny it.
They’ll say baby girl- get over it
And think hugs, kisses will erase it;
But I’ve been there honey and I tell you-
When the storm comes; got to keep your head up.
Yes you- but it will get better-
If not, I wouldn’t be writing this;
And though, love doesn’t make it go away-
I know, but it does make it better.
So yes, keep your head up baby girl,
And know that mama’s in your corner-
Always, and the spiral that’s coming down-
From there, you will build your skyline.
Stay strong, baby girl- you’ll make it.
Mary Lou Retton has spoken the words many of us need to hear. It’s not good enough for us to sit back and give in to the fate of nature, claiming, “I just am not good enough” or “I have no talent” or even “this is not just for me”. Any of these sound familiar? The answer is with this quote said by Mary Lou- each of us has a fire in our hearts for something, it’s our goal in life to find it. I’m going to stop and emphasize on this last phrase. She didn’t say our goal is going to come in search of us, knocking on doors till it finds us; No, that is our job. We are the ones to go knocking until we find it, which we will; and when that happens, keeping the flame in our hearts will be an easy task.
Mary Lou is neither a writer nor poet, but a retired American gymnast whose achievements include several gold, silver and bronze medals in various international competition including the Olympics. She has had her fair share of struggles in life which include- arthritis, hemorrhoid and a congenital hip dysphasia which got worse with continued gymnastic performances. But she didn’t give up and pushed through despite it all.
I chose this for writer’s quote Wednesday because sometimes, as writers, frustration tends to creep it’s way into our lives and we could do a little reminder of that fire in our hearts- the reason for which we shouldn’t give up. Writing is not an easy journey and incase you may have slipped off, I would like to remind you today- there is a flame within, a beautiful budding flame with no intention of ever burning out. Take hold of the lamp and let the light reflect in your writings.
This post is In response to Writer’s Quote Wednesday.
“Detective Dave called”
“What did he want?”
“To let you know that he’s got this eyes on you, just incase you decide to do something drastic.”
Richard expected an outburst from Allison but all he got was a barely audible “oh”. Allison had worked herself day and night trying to find a way to get out of the fix she was In.
She had interviewed every person on duty, the week the artifact was stolen. She had contacted hackers to trace down the origin of the alleged payment money. The best answer she got- the person who did the job was a genius; the slight awe in their voices when they said it, did little to numb her pain.
She sat, trying to process the latest shock when a memory surfaced. A while ago, she was at the park feeding the ducks when she noticed someone staring at her. What struck her was his eyes. She remembered noting “he had the coldest eyes”, and for a brief moment, Richard Blake was the least of her worries.
Word count: 170-ish ( I forgot to note down after editing). In response to Flash fiction For Aspiring Writers photo prompt challenge. Hosted by priceless Joy who is also the owner of the wonderful pic lent to us for the challenge. This is also the 11th part of the Flash Fiction series Blackout. After this part, I think it’s safe to say Allison loves the outdoor and parks 😉
part1 part2 part3 part4 part5 part6 part7 part8 part9 part10
Of the twenty first century;
One of the many- innovations,
Cant wrap my head around it;
Picture perfect they say-
To certain things,
Of certain shape,
In the presence- of certain people;
Held to great esteem,
In the ears of the “perfect”;
And the rest- standing, fading
Grazed over, barely sighted
Listening to pretty perfect
Proclaimed to others;
With none directed at them.
But oh the cliché-
“Picture perfect” they say;
If only the knew,
Is nothing but a vague word-
All letters, little meaning.
Send the love on,
Pass it forth;
Shine the light-
Make it last,
Just a glimpse?
Send the love on,
Spread the torch;
Let the rays-
Oh you’re broken?
Makes the beam shine-
Send the live on,
Pass it forth;
Nooks and crannies;
Spreading love forth-
Writing my final exams today and after that “Comment reply galore” :D. This is me apologizing for the un-replied comments and for missing out on reading some of your wonderful posts these past few days.
The color drained from Allison’s face as she stared unblinking at the image fixated on the screen. “Woman found drowned”– the caption read. It wasn’t as much that a woman was found dead by a couple of teens gone fishing which unbalanced her; it was the “woman” who was found. The tumbler in Allison’s hand trembled, her heart beat an irregular rhythm.
Only yesterday, she caught a glimpse of “the woman” whose name now appeared to be Anna talking to Richard Blake at the lake and now, she was dead. Allison didn’t need any special calculator to fit two plus two. Her mind was racing at a million to one, what if?
The next sound Allison heard was the thud of a fallen object. She turned to find Richard towering over her- it was his suitcase. Unaware that Allison had sighted him and Anna together, he masked his expression, appearing unnerved upon seeing Anna’s death. Allison noticed the sudden shift in expression and fear enveloped her heart. Who really is Richard Blake?
In response to Flash fiction for aspiring writers photo prompt writing challenge. This is the 10th part of my flash fiction series “Blackouts”. I think it’s about time we end this right? 😉 hopefully,the next couple of pictures will help me wrap things up. Thanks for sticking with me all through.
part1 part 2 part3 part4 part5 part6 part7 part8 part9
Do you think Richard Blake could go as far as to murder a person? If yes- for the motive of helping Allison or is she just a pawn in his game? And lastly- who is Anna? I’d love to hear your theories.
Whenever Richard Cory went down town,
We people on the pavement looked at him:
He was a gentleman from sole to crown,
Clean favored, and imperially slim.
And he was always quietly arrayed,
And he was always human when he talked;
But still he fluttered pulses when he said,
“Good-morning,” and he glittered when he walked.
And he was rich—yes, richer than a king—
And admirably schooled in every grace:
In fine, we thought that he was everything
To make us wish that we were in his place.
So on we worked, and waited for the light,
And went without the meat, and cursed the bread;
And Richard Cory, one calm summer night,
Went home and put a bullet through his head.
By- Edwin Arlington Robinson
April A-Z challenge is over even though I am three letters (x,y,z) behind which I will get back to. I’m back to my usual Unalphabetic blogging. The above poem by Edwin A. Robinson is my favorite ballad poem. The first day I read it, it struck a chord with me. I even copied it down and pasted the poem on my wall- that’s how much I love it.
It is sad how we keep extending our gaze to the possession of others and we think that they have everything going for them- all glitters and gold, but that’s not the reality. Some truths aren’t written on the collar of clothes and some battles aren’t matched with the wealth a person owns. Richard Cory shows the story of a man who was envied by all when in reality he was just a tormented being. Looks aren’t everything and wealth doesn’t guarantee peace.
This is one of those poems that “got to me”. If you know of another Ballad, please feel free to share. Have you read this poem before?
I know I write a lot about courage and fear, but it seems to me that these are the two main things holding us back (especially as writers). Fear is an insatiable thing- the more we feed and give into it, the more it craves. And as time goes on, we lose ourselves to it. Here is where courage comes into play. If there is one antidote for fear, then it is “courage”. The amazing part is, you don’t need a bucket load full of courage in order to defeat fear. No, all that is needed is a teeny weeny bit of pluck.
Whenever fear tries to sneak it’s way in as I’m about to make a decision, I remind myself- “the worst reply I can get is ‘no'” and at the end of the day, ‘No’ is neither going to beat me nor harm me- it’s just another word that means ‘ah, next time’.
We tend to give rejection more power than it deserves and it shouldn’t be. It’s not like grade school where If we make a mistake, we get 5-10 whacks. Life is way lenient, we get no whacks and there are always other roads to follow when one closes, except if we aren’t looking.
The most courageous of people to me, are those who know they are ‘probably’ doomed before they begin a task, but yet they begin anyway. Chances are they may get licked, but a few times, they do make it. The keyword here is ‘probability’ and as I have been taught in mathematics, it means there is always a chance.
I’m going to end this by saying take that chance today and defeat fear. Just because you “may” be licked doesn’t mean you “will” be.
This is my submission to Writer’s Quote Wednesday hosted by Silver Threading. See ya next time. 🙂
Hey Katy, how’s the other side… Hope grandma’s doing okay over there. The past week has been a downward spiral for me with a corkscrew pattern. I lost the one thing I loved, my job. An antique that was put under my care for a gallery we were hosting is missing; I’m the main suspect.
It’s funny how i’ve racked my brains a billion times to see what went wrong, I’m getting nothing. My account’s frozen and I’ve had to live off of Richard. *laughs nervously* I know it’s such a cliche but, thankfully that father of ours has got more money than he can chew.
I wish you were still here… I miss you.
Allison threw the last of the pebbles into the water, then rose up and smarted the dust off her skirt. Katy had aways loved the water; Allison used it as a medium to clear her head when things got complex.
Far off from the lake was a sight which caught Allison’s eye.
Her eyes narrowed, “Who’s that with Richard?”
Word count: 173. This story is in response to Flash Fiction for Aspiring writers photo prompt challenge. This beautiful picture was taken by Dawn Miller, thank you very much. And I also apologize for not being able to participate last week.
Here are: part1 part2 part3 part4 part5 part6 part7 part8
Can’t wait to see you next week. 🙂