Writer’s Quote: Enid Blyton

Writer’s Quote: Enid Blyton

 

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One of my Guilty pleasures is reading Enid Blyton’s books. I have a feeling, it doesn’t matter how old I get, I would always find pleasure in immersing myself in her fictional school life.

Her books, Malory Towers and St Clare’s which are about life in an English Girls boarding school are full of wisdom, advice and a lot of inspirational quotes like the one above. You meet so many different and realistic characters on the way- it is a journey.

There’s the sensible Sally, the hot tempered Darrel, the joker Alicia who’s best friend Betty isn’t much better either. There’s the scatterbrain Irene, the conceited Mavis, the Horse-mad Bill, the shy Mary Lou, the french carefree Claudine and a whole array of other interesting characters.

Reading these books, you learn about responsibility and what it means to be a team. You learn that being smart and top in class are all good things, but being sensible, responsible and kind hearted people are equally important. You learn, it doesn’t matter how rich your parents are or how angelic you look on the outside, as long as the inside is rotten. You learn that being spiteful gets you nowhere in life. You learn lessons that’d stay with you for the rest of time.

And that’s it for this week’s Writer’s quote Wednesday writing challenge , hosted by SilverThreading and RonovanWrites. Till next time 😄

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Melancholy-

Melancholy-

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How she missed those days,
When the weight of a heartbreak, of not being loved back was the worst tragedy she’d ever faced;
When cuddled pillows and soaked sheets were the gateway to peaceful dreams;
When large bowls of dark chocolate scoop ice creams were an Instant cure to anything…

How she missed those days,
When laughter felt genuine because it was;
When tears hurt for reasons she could put into words;
When she went to bed with the worst of pains, knowing, knowing for a fact it will get better with the coming dawn;

How she missed those days,
When reality was a beautifully crafted fairytale;
When nights were a beauty and her eyes twinkled at the sight of stars;
When being fine didn’t seem like a far fetched wish and happiness wasn’t history.

        And all she yearned, was for someone to say, I feel the same way too… 

Flash Fiction: Battle of Wills

Flash Fiction: Battle of Wills

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Two decades ago, photo centre was the multi purpose hall of Gracia Town. On weekdays, it served as a photo studio. During the weekends, it was used for religious gatherings and at night, it was the IT club for the youth of the town. I remember mama’s message loud and clear, even my shadow was not to fall near Photo centre at night.
Try as much as the elders did to stop the youth from sinning in their religious place, it was all in vain. The youths were as stubborn as the elders were.

After a series of dialogue, the youths deliberated to fight the elders. One look at youth’s able bodies and the elders’ frail one, the mayor decided to end things. Photo centre’s door was locked down, never to be opened again.

Today, photo centre stands with its two strong pillars- a musty smelling, paint fading vacant space which serves as a historical reminder of the fight which almost broke out between the youths and the elders of Gracia town.


word count: 172 words. This story is in response to Flash Fiction For Aspiring Writers photo prompt challenge hosted by Priceless Joy. Each week, an image is provided and we write a 75-175 word story on it. Thank you Uday for this week’s image.  

“Those days”-

“Those days”-

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There are days,
When
The weight of the burden
Of the world,
Seem to fall
On two frail shoulders;
Days-
When the effort it takes
To smile
And pretend
Seem more,
Much more,
Than one soul can bear;
Days-
When to utter
Soft words
Is a feat impossible.
When reality,
Life-
Seems like
a dark cycle
With no silver lining.

Trudging,
Sailing through
Those muddy days,
Makes one
Nothing less than a warrior.
And when all’s said
And done-
You fought,
Scar and all,
Hold your head up
And strut,
Like the Warrior you are.

The above image is courtesy of Ccm Magazine.com

Writer’s Quote: Hugh Laurie

Writer’s Quote: Hugh Laurie

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Yesterday, I posted a poem about “truth being a bitter pill to swallow” which was inspired by an event that occurred with my sister. I rarely share the inspiration behind my posts, but this time, I want to make an exception.

My sister and I were conversing and she pointed out a certain flaw I struggle with; of course being me, I got defensive. It wasn’t until later on that I realized what she was trying to say. She wasn’t condemning me, merely stating a fact.
Now, this certain flaw is something once I became aware of, I try my best and go out of my way to overcome it.

I am not where I want to be in regards to it, but those who matter in my life know, I have come a long way from where I was. They know I try and If I was a zero few years back, I am a 6 now. Which even though is not a 10, it’s certainly better than being stuck at that zero.

We all have things we struggle with and traits we’d like to change, but the truth is- knowing our flaws and overcoming them are two different things. It’s not enough to say “okay I know that”, we’ve got to try to change it. Now I realize, there is no need to get hot headed over certain things. Change is a gradual process which doesn’t happen overnight. The fact that we are trying makes all the difference and those who matter in our lives know it.

This reminds me of a quote by Actor Hugh Laurie whom a lot you may know was the Genius sarcastic Doctor we can’t help but love- Dr Gregory House. He said,

-Time changes everything. That’s what people say, it’s not true. Doing things changes things. Not doing things leaves things exactly as they are.

Just thought I’d share an event which inspired me this week for Writer’s Quote Wednesday.

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The Truth about Truth-

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The truth about truth is
It can be a bitter pill to give forth,
And you won’t know just how tough it is
Till you face it at a cross road,
And in short what life has thought me
Is that lies are easy flowing,
And with one comes forth another
Till a mountain’s made from one Mole.
Till you’re standing at the bottom,
And the lies have reached a tipping point,
They come crashing in one moment,
You’re stuck struggling at the bottom.

Some may ask me how I know this
Of the burden lies keep pilling,
I say, life has taught me the hard way-
Of the weight of fallen mountains,
Of the perks of easy flowing words
Of the falling after graces;
Of the praise a sweet lie brings,
Before a lifetime of grievances;
So in truth, though truth is bitter,
And lies are easy-flowing,
I hope you know the road gets rougher,
After the easy one’s been taken.
And though truth can be a bitter pill,
The best medicines often are.

The above image is courtesy of An Auslly Fanfic| Wattpad

A-Z Challenge: Theme Reveal

A-Z Challenge: Theme Reveal

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Before I reveal my theme for this year’s A-Z challenge, for those of you who Aren’t aware of what its about, here’s a little info. The A-Z challenge begins from the 1st of April to the 30th. Each day except Sunday’s (which is our break for being good and writing all week), we share a post whose title begins with a letter of the alphabet. On April 1st, we write on a topic beginning with A, on the 2nd “B” until the 30th which is rounded up with letter “Z”.

My theme for this year is : Poetry and Prose.

Last year, I participated unofficially (without signing my name to the list) using the “poetry” theme. It was a challenge to write a poem everyday especially when it came to certain alphabets, but it was fun and a learning experience. Got me to push my boundaries and that’s why I am participating again this year.

But this time, I do want to be prepared which is where I need your help. A-Z begins in ten days, during which i’d be writing my finals and immediately afterwards, would be moving out of my Apartment and into a new one, and then traveling. I know, wrong timing. I have a feeling, my inspiration well wouldn’t be too juicy hence I need some push.
I’d really appreciate it if you can recommend words for me, from “A-Z” that I can write about, phrases or even links to posts and pictures that I can use an inspiration.

I want to see if I can schedule some posts before hand. I am not too sure about the Internet connection when I do travel. Now, that being said, so far I know three bloggers who are participating- Yinglan (who’s theme is on quotes), Life as a potpourri , Doc2Poet (his theme is also poetry), Simply Poetry (her theme is forms of poetry around the world) and Ellespeth. If you are participating in the challenge, please let me know so I can include your link here. And that way, it’d be easier to atleast find one another. 

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P.S: looking forward to hearing your suggestions.

Flash Fiction: Bold Move

Flash Fiction: Bold Move

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“Awww, did you- did you see that!”, Cam exclaimed to her brother, clutching her purse tightly as an emotional scene played out across the street from them.

A young man who looked to be in his late twenties, dressed in dirty camouflage had his arms wrapped around a black healthy looking dog. The dog’s tail wagged excitedly and his happy “woofs” could be heard from a distance. The military dressed man rubbed the dog all over in an affectionate manner and the dog was only too pleased to be spoiled by his master.

Cam stood rooted at the scene and her eyes looked as if the tears would drip down any moment. Her brother had to pull her forward saying “come on, we’re gonna be late”.

One last look at the man and dog and she made up her mind.
“Be a dear and hold my purse”, Cam pleaded to her brother. Seeing his questioning looks, she added,
“I’m just going over there to introduce myself to your future brother in-law”.


Word count: 171. The above story is in response to Flash Fiction For Aspiring Writers photo prompt challenge where we get a picture each week to write a story not more than 175 words. 

On Loss-

On Loss-

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There is no preparation, no test; neither assignment nor hint to prepare us for certain things in this world. We see tales of tragedies and its almost always someone else’s family, no one expects its going to be theirs. No one prepares for that. And then it happens.
The dreaded phone call which brings our carefully crafted glass house of security, crashing with one single statement- “I’m sorry”.

Sorry. And you wonder what they are sorry for. Sorry for the fact they couldn’t save “her”, sorry that it was too late, sorry there’s little they they can do to appease your pain, sorry that they have to be the bringer of bad news, or simply sorry for the departure of another beautiful soul from the world.

There is no preparation, no practice… In that Moment, you either walk across the broken shards feeling the loss with every stinging sensation or, you stare unmoving, long and hard at the broken pieces. Nothing can prepare you for that split second reaction. You either grieve or you don’t…

The above image is courtesy of: Campus health.unc

Writer’s Quote: Kahlil Gibran

Writer’s Quote: Kahlil Gibran

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The theme for this week’s writers quote is “Wisdom“. It was a befitting choice personally for me, cause I’m currently reading a poetic prose book which I would say is full of wisdom. The book in question is, Kahlil Gibran’s “The prophet”.

At first, I tried to binge read it and get to the end but quickly realized, this wasn’t that kinda book. The prophet, is the type of book where you read a chapter, drown in the beauty of the words and pause at the end to let the all too clear message sink in and resonate with your soul.

Kahlil Gibran talks about majority of things pertaining to our daily lives in his book. Each chapter is dedicated to a struggle- pain, joy, family, love, passion, work and a whole lot more.

The quote above is a passage from the chapter where he writes about friendship. To think that this book was released in the year 1923 and here we are, almost a century later and his words are living on and inspiring. I guess, that’s the beauty of writing. It has no expiry date, it simply lives on…


The above post is in response to Writer’s Quote Wednesday Writing Challenge hosted by SilverThreading and RonovanWrites. For more information On how to participate, just click on the highlighted link above. 🙂