January 27, 2017

20 Days of Chill Finished

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This writing challenge did keep me writing but I guess I'm just too unmotivated to write fiction which was my goal. But I got to write a few stories that I would never have written if not for this challenge so that's good. I'm not sure I'll do this again next year but we'll see.

Read all the 20 Days of Chill posts:
January 2: Explain your blog
January 3: Little red wagon
January 4: Photograph
January 5: I found a ball…
January 9: Nicknames
January 10: Dream winter vacation
January 11: Blue
January 12: Booze and bongos
January 16: Selfie nation
January 17: Stress
January 18: Fears
January 19: The next 10 years …
January 23: Cheese
January 24: Dreams
January 25: White
January 26: Popularity

Connected story:
January 6: STORY 1: Philadelphia
January 13: STORY 2: San Francisco
January 20: STORY 3: Zurich, Switzerland
January 27: STORY 4: Sydney, Australia

January 27: STORY 4: Sydney, Australia

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Note: This is a four part series. Read Part 1, Part 2, Part 3.

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Fiction: Mae and Dash - part 4

Just before midnight before Halloween, Mae and Dash arrive at the witch's house. They couldn't find Philly anywhere but Mae is sure he would show up if they need him.

"So, here we are," Mae says looking at the wooden door.

Dash have his doubts about going in but he is sure not going to be the one to tell Mae.

Mae knocks at the door. It opens with a creak. They see nothing but darkness inside.

"Shall we?" Mae says and smiles though she feels like puking.

Dash nods his head at her. He rather run away but Mae needs him.

"Come in, my children," the voice of the witch came out of nowhere.

Mae walks inside first. She couldn't see anything. Dash bumps into her. The door closes with a loud bang behind them.

The witch appears. She claps her hands and the candles above on the chandelier lights up. "I see you brave children brought nothing with you." She looks at the wand in Dash's bag. "Nothing useful, anyway."

"Where are my parents?" Mae makes her voice loud and clear.

"Easy, darling. We have plenty of time. Why so anxious?" The witch smiles showing most of her yellow stained teeth. Her eyes spark like two diamonds.

"Witch, give Mae's parents back to her." Dash starts forward but the witch points a finger at him. He tries to lift his hand but he couldn't. "Let me go!"

"Boy, do mind your own business." The witch shows not a dash of fear.

January 26, 2017

January 26: Popularity

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I don't have any real writing today, just a list > Popular topics I'll never blog about:

01/ Politics - I don't like reading about it so why would I write about it?

02/ Celebrities/Famous people - unless you have created something amazing, there is no way I'll write about you

03/ Fashion/Beauty/Home Decor - I don't care to share what I'm wearing or how I decorate my home or my (non-existence) beauty routine

04/ Video posts - you're never going to see me do videos, to be honest, I don't even watch when other people post them

05/ Recipes - can't cook to save my life so no recipes, seriously if kettles don't make noises, I won't even know if the water had boiled

06/ Advices - unless it's on blog designs or books I have read, I doubt I would be able to you give any advice

07/ Hateful/awful things - I try not to post anything that gets me mad because my blog is a haven and I don't need unnecessary anger or bad stuff, although, I will rant about certain things that needs to be said

What won't you talk about in your blog?

January 25, 2017

January 25: White

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White Pages

White pages as in books. I only read books on paper as I have trouble reading screens. Can you name which book these characters came from?

Westley, Buttercup, Prince Humperdinck, Vizzini, Fezzik, Inigo, Count Rungen

Beth, Jo, Meg, Amy, Professor Bhaer, Laurie

Elinor, Marianne, Edward, Willoughby, Fanny, Colonel Brandon, Lucky Steele

Nobody Owens aka Bod, Silas, Scarlett, Jack, Sleer

Anne, Sir Walter Elliot, Lady Russell, Elizabeth, Captain Harville, Captain Wentworth, Admiral Croft, Mr. Elliot

Scout, Jem, Atticus, Dill, Calpurnia, Boo Radley

Harry, Luna, Ginny, Draco, Sirius Black, Uncle Vernon, Hermione, Ron, Dudley

Lockwood, Catherine, Nelly Dean, Hindley, Heathcliff, Edgar

Guy Montag, Mildred Montag, Clarisse, Captain Beatty, Professor Faber

Miss Trunchbull, Mr. and Mrs. Wormwood, Michael, Miss Honey, Amanda Thripp, Matilda, Bruce Bogtrotter

Click below for answers

January 24, 2017

January 24: Dreams

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Fiction: The Dreamer

Wandering under a starless night, a dreamer pauses on the sidewalk. He pokes with a stick he had found not two minutes ago at the fresh coat of snow. Little by little, the limbs of a tree is revealed. The tree is quite small and as it lay sideways on the pavement, the dreamer wonders whom had broken this tree's heart. He brushes the rest of the snow away and picks up the tree.

Down the moonlit streets, the dreamer walks with the tree tucked under his arm. A sweet scent much like apple pies, begin to emanate from the tree. The dreamer tries to memorize the scent and lets it soak him like rain.

At the cross street, the dreamer stops to transport the tree to the other side of his arm. His limbs has been tiring quicker these days but he still loves to wander each night. There is something about moving about while everyone is asleep that keeps him wondering - a dreamlike sensation that cannot be duplicated during the daylight hours.

At a yard that used to be a car shop with a tall wall surrounding the space, the dreamer stops at a wornout metal door with a 'No Exit' sign half covered in dirt and grime. He kicks at the door to open and after stepping inside, he pushes the door close. He walks the few steps to his home - a square cardboard box the size of three humans. He pushes a corner to open and enters. He leans the tree against a wall and slumps down in the other corner. Moonlight filters in through the trees that had grew around the place and through the small opening he had cut for a window. He swipes a drink from his flask. No alcohol for him - only tomato juice. He gets them from a friend who runs an Italian restaurant. He has found over the years, tomato juice keeps him alert.

After a time, the dreamer begins to decorate the tree with trinkets he finds on his moonlit walks - a broken glass ball, a bright red string, a doll with half a face, a cup with its handle missing - anything small that he can fit into his pockets. Every day, he adds a little bit to the tree. Every day, he starts to notice how the tree shines without light.

One cold night, the dreamer brings home a plastic star and sets it on top of the little tree. He snuggles under the three blankets that he owns and falls asleep. In a dream, he sits inside a telephone booth with the receiver in his hand. 'Hello,' he says merrily. His words seem to fly across the galaxy, crossing paths with billions of dreamers and descending down into a sunset color world where a star happens to catch the greeting. After a pause, the star sends a reply, 'Hello Dreamer!' and ends with a laugh. The dreamer laughs and wakes to find himself laughing still.

In the corner where the little tree stood, the star above it shines brightly. The dreamer smiles. 'Hello,' he says merrily, a whispered greeting only a star can hear. He lays back down and pulls the blankets over him. He closes his eyes to sleep. The laughter of the star from his dream echoes in the dark. He wonders if the star is missing the little tree.

January 23, 2017

January 23: Cheese

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Fiction: A Cloud of Desire

Hank watches the cheese melt onto the meat patty. It is 2:57 and lunch is almost over. He watches the cheese melt and let it become a puddle on the meat.

Beth the waitress calls for a new burger order. He drops down another meat patty and places two slices of cheese on top with some barbecue sauce and watches it merge with the cheese.

He has been taking orders all day and now all he wants to do is watch things melt. To Hank, cheese is like a cloud of desire - something you want but when you get it, it disappears on you or worse, it rains on you.

The kitchen is an oven most days and today is hotter than ever. After finishing two more burgers, Hank walks out the back door to take in a breather. The hot sun beams down on him making him sweat more.

Was it just yesterday he was in Hawaii eating desserts and enjoying the nomad life? But here he is. He has since quit his travel agent job and spent most of his money. Being a cook isn't so bad if not for hot days like these. If only he had listened to himself and gone north instead of south.

"Hank!" Beth calls. "Orders needs to be fill. Now!"

"Yeah, I'm coming!" Hank responds. He sighs and wonders what vacation deals he could get for fifty dollars.

Note: Hank was briefly mentioned over here.

January 20, 2017

January 20: STORY 3: Zurich, Switzerland

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Fiction: Mae and Dash - part 3

Dash is in the last place he ever wanted to be - Zurich. When he looks down at the cobblestones sidewalks, at the already lit street lamps surrounding him and as he lifts his head toward the night sky, he finds, he didn't feel as bad as he thought he would.

As he walks down the cobblestones, he see something familiar ahead - a chocolate shop lighted by a single lamp shaped like a tear above the door. When Dash was six, Dash's father had brought him a vanilla milk shake and a slice of chocolate cake along with a small box of chocolate goods for his mother, all in this shop. Afterward, as they were walking home, his father casually mentioned he was leaving and that Dash shouldn't worry, his mother will take care of him.

Dash pushes the chocolate shop's glass door and enters the shop. He remembers the bright hue of the yellow walls and the old woman behind the glass counter. The old woman is there now and she appears to be the same age as when Dash last visited eight years ago. She looks up and says, "Guten Tag," and smiles.

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Mae stares in silence at the empty space where her best friend have been a moment ago. The spell worked! Mae turns the page to the reverse spell and surprisingly, the spell was written in reverse - the first words became the last and the last words became the first. Mae laughs. Her mother certainly has a sense of humor. She chants the spells three times but nothing happens. She tries again.

The phone rings. She heads downstairs and toward the kitchen and picks up the white telephone on the wall beside the fridge. "Hello?" she says.

"Hi Mae, this is Dash's mother. Is he there with you? He was supposed to be home by 4. It's after 5 and he's not answering the phone." She sounds causal as usual.

Mae wraps the phone cord around her forefinger. "Yes, Mrs. Herbert. Dash is with me," Mae looks around her kitchen. She wonders if lying to Dash's mother will come back to haunt her.

"Call me Hannah. Okay. Just tell Dash I won't be home tonight and that he should get himself dinner or something. And if he wants to stay over at your house, then it's fine."

"Okay, Mrs- Hannah. I'll tell Dash." Mae begins to untangle her finger from the phone cord.

"Thank you, Mae." The sound of the dial tone is heard next.

Mae hangs up the phone and walks back up the stairs and into her parents' bedroom. She closes her eyes to rest a bit.

January 19, 2017

January 19: The next 10 years …

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Twitter Fiction: Later

She ponders getting an electric dog, one that doesn't require food or her best evening shoes.

January 18, 2017

January 18: Fears

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Ten Acronyms of F.E.A.R.

Feeling Erratic And Rude

Feed Extreme Acts with Rage

Forge Earnestly Ahead Relentlessly

Fear of Exercise And Running

Fake Earnestness, Assemble Resistants

Fear of Extroverts And Rudeness

Fear of Everyone Always Reneging

Fearlessly Eradicate Abusive Retorts

Fake an Egregious Attitude and Rebuff

Fearing Everything is Actually Rubbish

Add your own F.E.A.R. Acronyms in comments.

January 17, 2017

January 17: Stress

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Twitter Fiction: Desserts

Hank was stressed peddling vacation deals he could never take. He chased after old diversions to Oahu and ended up eating desserts backward.

Note: stressed = desserts 

January 16, 2017

Waking up the stars

'waking up the stars'
This week's Creative Tuesdays' theme is Dazzle Me. When I saw the theme, all I thought of is stars so here is this piece. The white she sleeps on are clouds. For more Creative Tuesdays creations, just hop on over to Michael's CT place.

January 16: Selfie nation

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Fiction: Relish

Ana happily hit the send button. When it is done, she relishes the thought of everyone from high school looking at her selfie especially the five individuals that she had added special treatments to the emails. The selfie was taken from her left side, her better side. The side where everyone thought was too horrible to capture in a photo.

On the day of the reunion, Ana is the last to arrive. Everyone turns to stare at her as she walks toward the center of the old school gym. She ignores them. She looks for the five individuals that she especially came here to see. The three men and two women stood around like kings and queens in their expensive gowns and tuxs. Ana strides toward them.

The five are chatting about the emails they had received. They appear upset but they stop talking when they notice Ana is there. Ana compliments them on their clothes with a smile. But then she asks if they know who she is but they all shake their heads. Ana just laughs and turns to each one of them and tells them what they did to her in high school. It takes a while but the five of them soon nods their head and widens their smiles. They have all bullied Ana with all the bitterness of kings and queens but they are smiling carelessly as if any real recognition is not needed. This irks Ana more than their forgetfulness. They turn away from her when the music stops.

The police has arrived. They give Ana the attention she wants. She easily surrenders. There is no way she would deny her crime. She wants them all to know she is the culprit, she is the brain behind all those email viruses. She is the one destroying their future instead of the other way around.

As her wrists are being cuffed, Ana smooths down her long hair and lifts her head high. A spotlight falls upon her. She walks through the parting crowd with a smile on her face.

January 13, 2017

January 13: STORY 2: San Francisco

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Note: This will be a four part series. Read Part 1 over here.

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Fiction: Mae and Dash - part 2

Maz 'Dash' Herbert knows it is useless trying to convince his best friend Mae, she needs to wait for her parents instead of going to the witch. But as her best friend, Dash knows Mae would not be persuaded that easily, not when it is something she really wanted to do.

Dash and his mother Hannah, had moved from San Francisco all the way to Brooklyn two years ago. Hannah is always working to pay the bills as she likes to put it whenever Dash asks why they keep moving around. Whenever Hannah could not pay the bills, they would move. When they came to Brooklyn, Hannah had gotten a steady job and kept them in the same rented house. Dash is glad for once he got to stay. He met Mae and that is enough reason to stay.

It's Friday the thirteenth, seven days before Halloween, and as usual Dash waits for Mae at the school's front gate. Mae slouches toward him. Her face is pale and she moves like one without any strength but Dash knows thats the way she moves whenever she is in a bad mood.

He grins at Mae and throws an arm around her shoulders and says, "It will be okay." He is short with speech but Mae always knows what he meant. They have been friends for only two years but Dash never have to say much for her to understand him.

After school as they are walking toward Mae's house, Mae suddenly looks up and exclaims, "I know how to get my parents back without going to the witch's house."

Dash turns to her and raises an eyebrow. He half believes her. Her schemes rarely works.

"My parents were teleported away so maybe if I used a reverse spell, I could bring them back." She grins, showing more teeth than she had shown all week.

"Great! But you suck at spells." Dash says turning away from her.

Mae pauses in her step. "I know. But I have to try. This is my parents we're talking about. I can't just do nothing."

Dash nods his head in agreement.

"Come on!" She grabs his arm and starts running.

January 12, 2017

January 12: Booze and bongos

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Fiction: A Pair of Misfits

Booze is white with patches of black along the side of his face and down his front right leg. He is rather shy but genial. His companion Bongo is reddish-brown with white stripes. Together they travel from place to place looking for the perfect owner or as Bongo puts it, 'the perfect pet for them to own.'

Back then, Bongo had no name. One night while wandering the city, he happened upon a man playing bongos on the street. The crowd cheered and laughed. Bongo thought if people like bongos so much, perhaps it should be his name.

But people or rather, humans, have no taste for a reddish-brown cat with white stripes. Whenever they saw Bongo, they appeared to screw up their face as if seeing something foul. They chased Bongo away but Bongo just shrugged. He didn't need those idiots.

Booze was once a beloved kitten but when he got older, he was traded for a human baby. His owner tried to sell him without success. One day, Booze was driven toward the city and set free on the streets. He tried several times to get back home but he couldn't find the right path. For weeks, he just wandered the streets hoping for a miracle but he never saw his owner or his owner's family again.

One wet day, Booze saw a reddish-brown cat with white stripes dozing like a king on the sidewalk. Once in a while, someone would reach out and pet him, usually a child, but the cat did not stir. Booze was rather curious and so he walked up to the cat and introduced himself. His owner had name him Cottonball. But Bongo said 'Cottonball' did not fit anymore. Booze looked like discarded rubbish. Booze thought Bongo was not wrong. He did looked like he had been through the trash and came out all dirty and wet. Bongo immediately suggested the name Booze. Everyone loves booze so why not Booze? Booze didn't care, he was just glad he made a friend.

After years of searching, neither one found the perfect owner and Bongo and Booze just remained unattached except to each other.

January 11, 2017

January 11: Blue

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Fiction: Sylvia's Fiction Blues

All day, Sylvia has been polishing one of her poems. She has written it upon a piece of tore-out page from a planner notebook. She has had one of her moments where words struck her so fiercely that she have to write them down or else be forced to fidget all day until the words leave her.

When she is finished, something inside her breathes in relief. As she reread the words, she finds they don't sound as good as in her head. She reads them out loud but quietly. Her roommate is out in the hallway and there is a party going on with plenty of people just roaming about. She knows all it takes to take her out of her mind is a crack from the thin bedroom door.

But as she has already consumed two beers earlier, her head is not quite sober and her thoughts sway about. She rereads the poem again and again finds so many faults in it that she crumbles up the page and throws it onto the carpeted floor. Must she always find fault where there is none? No, she will not do this again. She picks up the crumbled paper and smooths it out on the tabletop.

She reads again what she has written. But somehow this time, it does not sound as bad. Perhaps tomorrow, she will find the words less meaningful. Tomorrow, she will see the world differently. She believes that wholeheartedly. Her roommate rushes in  and pulls her out to the hallway where she is introduced to a tall man with a terribly arrogant face.

January 10, 2017

January 10: Dream winter vacation

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I decide to make a list instead of a story today. I made these stuff up so don't take them seriously unless you want to. And feel free to add your own vacation must in the comments.

Ten Vacations that aren't vacations but should be:
Ten Vacations that aren't vacations but should be:

01/ The Chocolate Vacation - or sweets or whatever is your favorite food is; a day or a week or even a month of eating your favorite food but you might say what about overindulging and gaining weight? you're doing that anyway whenever the holiday comes around so why not do it when you want to?

02/ The Birthday Vacation - a month off from work or from your every day day-to-day for your birthday month; people have been saying we all need to celebrate our birthdays, so why not a whole month?

03/ The Rainy Day Vacation - no more those save-for-a-rainy-day nonsense, when it rains, take a day off or if it rains a week, then a week, a month, then a month

04/ The I-Hope-I-Don't-Get-Arrested Vacation - take time off and do all the crazy and wild and unimaginable things you have always wanted to do but afraid to do them

05/ The Anything-But-Work Vacation - there are times when co-workers or customers or whomever, causes you to freak out and then instead of being destructive and pick fights with them, you can just leave the office and go somewhere where you won't want to hurt people

06/ The Nap Vacation - not necessarily to take naps but maybe slow down and relax and let your worries stray and take care of them tomorrow or next week or next year

07/ The I'm-Sorry-I-Ran-Over-Your-Cat Vacation - we all make mistakes but those mistakes keeps us worrying and so taking some time to just relax to try to get over it or even just to alleviate a bit of the worry, then why not a vacation?

08/ The I-Don't-Care Vacation - there are times that I find myself unable to care about something or someone, not because I don't care but I'm just not in the mood to care, so this might be good for me

09/ The Sunny Winter Vacation - I don't know about other people but sometimes I hate winter and all the snow and the cold and the wearing winter boots, so why not go somewhere warm?

10/ The I-have-to-have-a-vacation Vacation - some days you really just need a vacation

January 9, 2017

January 9: Nicknames

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Fiction: Forget Nick

Just an hour ago, he said his name was Nick and that he was invisible to everyone but me. But as he jumps out of the plane, a few screams are heard behind me. I hold tightly to the doorframe and watch as his parachute opens to reveal a face - his face - winking up at me. I begin to wonder how long before the plane crashes and why am I at the plane's door. Two stewardesses come and the short one gently lead me away onto a seat. Then they pull the door closed. They walk back toward me and the tall one said passengers are not allow to open the plane's door. She gives me a smile that says I have better listen to her or else. From that hour, I must go sit in my assigned seat and remain there for the rest of the flight or else they would tie me down. I nod my head and give them a small smile.

The plane lifts up. We are saved. But as I turn to survey the passengers around me, none make any moves that suggest they have witnessed a man jumping out of the plane they are on.

I know I should forget about Nick or whatever his name is. Aside from knowing him for only an hour when we started conversing just after the plane lifted, there is this dumb look he have on his face that keeps remaining me of a lost puppy, a very handsome puppy that you know will ruin your furniture and force you to take him out in the middle of the night for a peed break. But why am I there at the plane's door? And how come I can't remember how I got there?

I half ask, half beg one of the stewardesses, the short one, to check the passenger list but there is no one named Nick or Nicholas or even Nicky. But then who had been sitting in the seat beside me? The steward said that person cancelled at the last minute. There is no passenger for that seat. Why with the plane being so crowded that there is an empty seat?

I begin to believe I might have dreamt Nick up. But then I hear one of the stewardesses exclaim she have met a man named Nick just before we boarded the plane. He said he was a spy but she didn't believe him. I sat during the last hour of the flight wishing I could either remember what happened or forget every single thing about Nick.

January 6, 2017

January 6: STORY 1: Philadelphia

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Fiction: Mae and Dash - part 1

Mae Tilly drops her arm on the side of her bed to pet her cat Philadelphia, Philly for short, but Philly isn't there. She opens her eyes to check under the bed but no Philly. She has no idea where Philly goes when he is not around but she is certain he goes somewhere.
It is another Friday and Mae doesn't want to hurry. Fridays has always been her favorite day but not lately.

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Six months earlier, one of Mae's schemes turned badly. Mae had this idea of offering her babysitting services for witches' cats. With her best friend Maz 'Dash' Herbert, they went from house to house with flyers and smiles though Dash refused to smile.

On one of those visits, she met an old witch. The witch lived in an rickety house just outside of town. Upon stepping on her front porch, three black cats appeared.

Mae raised a hand to pick up the metal ring but Dash put a hand on her arm and shook his head and said, "Not this house." But Mae just pushed his hand away. "I need to do this." She pulled at the metal ring and banged it three times against the wooden door. There were three echoes inside the house but no respond.

January 5, 2017

Resolution Nots

'slept through 2016'
I've made a few 'almost-plans' over the years but I never make resolutions, at least, nothing that can't be change. This week's Top Ten Thursday is resolutions or wishes or plans for 2017 but as I said, I don't make resolutions but I will list things I might or might not do.

Things I will not do if I am so incline:

01/ I will not be rude to people even if they are rude to me - okay, this one is not hard to do but sometimes...

02/ I will not try to please other people unnecessarily - sometimes I do this without even knowing

03/ I will not seek happiness in buying books - alright, maybe once in a while because books are a necessity like water and air and those limited edition things that no one needs

04/ I will not do anything that will make my life difficult - this needs a little persuasion as I sometimes inexplicitly do things that I sort of agreed to and then sort of wanted to back out but sort of didn't (See #2)

05/ I will not pick fights with stupid people - well, actually I think this one is hard since certain people are so good at provoking you...

Things I will do if I feel like it:

06/ I will write/finish those novels even it they will take a couple of years...

07/ I will continue to draw, write and blog even if no one sees any of it and not necessary do them in order

08/ I will read books, watch tv shows and movies and pretty much be as lazy as possible - recreation is necessary, I don't care what people say

09/ I will accept failure - I'm pretty sure there will be a lot of unsuccessful tasks that I will do but I will try to accept that I can't always succeed

10/ I will say 'no' if I want to  - maybe that can't always be possible (See #2 & #4), I sort of have a tendency to do what other people wants me to do...

What resolutions or non-resolutions have you made this year?

January 5: I found a ball…

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Fiction: Gold Yarn

Two days ago, I found a ball of yarn in an unmarked box while cleaning the basement. The yarn was a bright shade of gold and appeared unused. I wanted to look at it more closely so I unraveled it. A voice floated through the air. "Hello," it said. I stopped unwinding the yarn to listen but no voice. Then I started again with the yarn, the voice said, "I am here, in the yarn. Can you hear me?"

I want to say yes but as I stared at the yarn in my hand, I began to doubt I've heard the voice. As I kept unraveling, the voice spoke again. "Can you hear me?"

"Yes," I said uncertain if I was dreaming.

"Really? You can hear me? Thank you! I have been in the box for ages and... but that is not important. I am Meredith and you are?"

I had been unwinding the yarn thinking the voice will go away if I don't continue. I answered, "I am Gail. Gail Wednesday." I loosened the yarn a bit more.

"Gail? Why, that is my grandmother's name. Suppose you are my great-granddaughter or granddaughter? And, you do not have to unwind the yarn anymore. As long as a piece of me is untuck, I can speak."

I rewound the yarn and leave the end strand loose. "I don't think I'm your granddaughter. But my name is Gail and I was named after my grandmother but I don't know any Meredith in my family."


"None." I was beginning to feel a bit light headed.

"Then perhaps, you should look farther. I am certain you must be related to me or how else could you hear me?"

My mother called then. "Gail, I need you upstairs."

"I have to go, my mother needs me." I dropped the yarn back into the box and closed it.

January 4, 2017

January 4: Photograph

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Fiction: Morning commutes and traveling pandas

As Leo makes her way toward the train station, the morning rain fall from the gloomy sky in little strips of diamonds. Moments later, Leo holds the pole while squeezed between someone’s backpack, someone’s backside and someone’s elbow near her face. The train rocks with gentle shifts and causes Leo’s feet to lift off the floor now and then.

The scent of aloe mixed with rotten apples, bits of sweat and fresh soap, lace the air. Leo doesn’t mind it but she does mind that people keeps moving themselves closer to her as if she is paper thin. She shifts a little. She looks up and there is the travel ad featuring a strange photograph of a pair of pandas frolicking in the sun. She almost laughs. Do pandas even smile like that?

The sudden halt of the train jolts Leo wildly about. She bumps her head against a backpack. She mutters some curses and grips onto the pole tighter. A muffled announcer mentions something about a fire and delays in all services. Leo closes her eyes and tries to imagine she is all by herself on the train and that if she wants companions, they would have to be cuddly and friendly.

The train moves again and someone’s arm hits her cheek. She opens her eyes to glare at the person but the arm is gone. And so is everyone else.  Leo laughs lightly. She must be dreaming but somehow it doesn’t feels like a dream. The train shifts and she shifts with it.

January 3, 2017

Creative Tuesdays: Detention

'Mae Tilly's detention' (click on image for a larger view)
painting by Nigel Van Wieck (left), Kiki's delivery service (right) & Norman Rockwell's 'shiner' (far right)
This week's Creative Tuesdays theme is the story behind this painting above at left. I saw the pink hair band and thought of Kiki from the Japanese animation 'Kiki's delivery service.'  A grown up Kiki but one that still wears pink in her hair and she is thinking back to her school days. And that led to Norman Rockwell's piece called 'Shiner' because I somehow remember it and it just continued from there. Here's the story:
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Mae Tilly's Detention

Mae Tilly is a witch in training. She is at the principal's waiting room after a flying attempt resulted in a bruised eye and a cut on her knee. Her offense was flying without permission in the school field after hours and breaking the score board. She had smashed against the board when she was unable to stop her broom. Surprisingly, her broom survived without a single break of its straws or a dent on its handle. Mae never have trouble with flying, it's the stopping that she seems unable to master. But Mae have learned her lesson - always fly higher than the tallest structure and never, ever, ask your best friend to catch you when he have trouble catching a ball.

Mae's best friend is a boy named Maz Dash. You could say he was Mae's co-conspirator as he helped her break into the field and he had his broken wand as evidence, not to mention his bruised nose and eye. He had tried to catch Mae when she fell but she landed on him instead. His talent is mostly growing roses out of thin air and dodging balls when he is supposed to catch them.

For Mae and Maz, it's just another day at the principal's office...

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January 3: Little red wagon

More about the 20 Days of Chill over here

I wrote a little piece of fiction very quickly so ignore any errors : Little Blue

There was a putrid scent in the air that had lingered ever since the tire company closed its factory some ten years ago. Little Blue grew up in this small town with the population of 107 and had never once not thought about leaving. The town itself was full of shades of gray. It had once been a colorful place but the colors muted overtime and no one minded to repaint. Little hardly paid attention to her surrounding. The town was too dull for her.

She was named Little because of her small weight at birth but she grew tall and wide. By the time she was eighteen, her father had to made their front door wider to accommodate her growth. Now in the last of her twenties, Little began to hate her name.

Out of the blue, a man in black arrived in his red wagon. He stepped out, all dressed in black and looked like an overly expensive car. But there was a look to his face - something that resembles a sort of knot that needed to be untie - his eyebrows knitted, his nose twitched and his lips twisted in a way that suggested they too might just knot themselves. But when he smiled which was quite often, he was a perfect picture of beauty. Little was immediately smitten with him. 

Not surprisingly, his name was Hansen Black. Black became Little's favorite color. She made a little tattoo of a tiny black heart on her left arm using a black marker as the town had no tattoo parlors.

Red was the color the town began to turn. Business began to close and people began to move away. If a business didn't close, there were red paint all over the walls of those business - threats that muddled together as the paint dried. Hansen Black was seen at those places but there was no evidence of his involvement. The townsfolk began to whisper that he used black magic but Little didn't care. She followed him everywhere in secret though she sometimes suspected he noticed her but every time he turned and she was in full view, he appeared not to have seen her.

Weeks passed until all the business closed and all that was left was the town's cafe where the owner - an ancient lady - stood about in her carefree style. She was undeterred by it all. But Hansen Black had his ways. Little witnessed that much. Just a few words from him and the ancient lady was frightened enough to ushered everyone out of the cafe and closed the place.

The town was soon deserted. All but Little's family stayed. She had two younger brothers and one baby sister. Her father, Henry Blue, was a farmer on his own soil. He refused to leave. The Blue family woke each morning to half dried red paint all over the white fences and even in the field where the tomatoes and the lettuces and every vegetable and fruit around were covered in red paint. But Little's father insisted on staying.

Then there came threats - notes nailed to the front porch - each one more threatening than the last - all written in red ink. Hansen Black was seen once in a while standing around near their property and watching, only to leave a moment later in his red wagon.

Little began to dislike Hansen Black. She knew he was there to take over the town but she had hoped that he would be staying but upon listening in on one of his phone conversations, he was not staying after all. He was only there to buy the place through whatever methods he saw fit and then sell it to the highest bidder.

One day, Henry Blue was face to face with Hansen Black in their front yard. Hansen Black was there for one last chat with her father. Little and her siblings were inside the house watching through the windows.

Hansen Black and Henry Blue stood facing each other for a long while but then Hansen Black threw a hand in the air and Henry Blue fell backward.

Little raced out of the house. Her father was dead. She looked up at Hansen Black and a hatred grew. She wished Hansen Black never came to their town and in an instant black confetti were falling from the sky and Hansen Black was gone but his red wagon was still around.

Little buried her father but she had no idea what to do. After some time, new people began to move into town. Fresh paint was everywhere, new houses were built, new business began to popped up and there was no mentioned of Hansen Black.

Little sold the red wagon and used the money to restore her house and the field. Little knew the town was no longer the same and she was no longer just a girl in a small town.

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January 2, 2017

20 Days of Chill Writing Challenge

'more on the 20 Days of Chill over here'
I saw this writing challenge - 20 days of chill - at Tamara's blog and I decided to join in. Today's theme is Explain your blog.  Instead of writing long explanations, I made a list.

01/ There's really no need to explain my blog if I just say it's a personal blog which is true because I really did start blogging with a personal blog as I really did not have any themes or niche - nothing but a mix of little interests and some blog memes and challenges. In some sense, this blog and all my blogs before this, have always been a mix blog that is somewhat disguised as a personal blog.

02/ I have this introduction page here but it really doesn't say much only because I really have no idea what to say. I once had a second, longer introduction that is more of a blend of fact and fiction but only 2 or maybe 3 people read it. I thought it was quite fun but since most people have very short attention span, including myself, I stopped updating that version.

03/ Over the years, I've changed to new urls many, many times but the three main things that I've been posting are these: fiction, drawings & photography because posts needs photos. As of today, I have sort of stopped taking photos because I need the time for my writings and my artworks.

04/ Of course a personal blog needs varieties and so I often write short bursts about books I read, shows I have seen and movies I have viewed so that's another thing I post here plus the occasional rant about something unimportant, the occasional talk of something important - all the things that a personal blog should have except there is not much personal tidbits about me that is interesting enough to post.  
'so very true'
05/ December 1st was my blog, this blog's, 1st anniversary which is a big deal if you consider how much I moved around the blogosphere. But upon checking this, I realized this is not true. I had somehow switched urls midway and sort of forgot about it but I'm going to ignore it because it's just easier to think my switching urls never happened which if anyone ask, it didn't happen. Nope, it didn't happen.

06/ Not only did I have a habit of changing urls, I also have a habit of tempering with my blog template. Each new week or sometimes each new day or even hours in the same day, I would changed something to the template. I would add and subtract and changed the colors and the header but I have come to love a single column template with white background and also endless changing quotes that somewhat fits my mood for the moment. I can't have a sidebar because I would end up organizing and reorganizing it constantly because it's my habit to organize things especially on my blog.

07/ There goes my explanation of my blog which you can sum up to this : it's a blog with sometimes fictions, sometimes art, sometimes ramblings and sometimes everything and anything but mostly, it's just a blog.

If you would like to ask me questions about my blog or me, feel free to leave your questions in the comment.

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January 1, 2017

Happy new year!

Many bloggers choose a word for the new year but I have never done that but I like the idea though. I don't have a word but I really like 'let your light shine' - it's a bit cheesy and cliche but I like it.

I wish you joy, sunshine, love, beauty, good dreams and all the wonderful things in life. Have a very happy new year and let your light shine!

(credit 'let your light shine' mug art is by Kathy Weller)