She would have never thought that life would turn out like this. Growing up as one of the rich kids she always thought that being poor was a life-choice, that poor people were just lazy or uneducated and that this would be the reason for them to end up on the streets. Now she knew better. Being poor was not a choice. Everything could change in a heartbeat.
She fell in love. As soon as she saw him, she knew he was the answer to her dreams. The only man who could make her happy. Still, people were intrigue as to why she chose him – he’s not rich, a working student from a single family. His mother brought him up. And her parents paid everything to have the wedding bells. After that, they were basically on their own.
Ten years later, with a husband who was just made redundant and two small children, she has to make ends meet. Walking at the centre of her avenue and looking at the different shops, she wished there would be some change left after she bought their food. She wanted to buy a Christmas tree for the family. She imagined the children’s faces when they see the Christmas tree. That it would be like magic to them, especially if there were presents underneath the tree. But that would mean she has to work overtime and probably miss paying some bills. She used to be a carefree rich girl, now she’s a poor working woman making ends meet.
by brenda warren
For: Finish It! #43 by Author S B Mazing and Wordle 125 by Brenda Warren
This week’s photo prompt is provided by, Louise, author of the blog, “The Storyteller’s Abode.” Thank you Louise!
In the empyreal blue sky, I’m hoping I can track your last movement. Like a bloodcrow eager to find some treasure, I’m as fanatic as my feet allow. Perhaps I’d be able to reach your spirit in this quaint town. From my research, I read that your veins run in this part of town. Forget the apathy of some people, I’m hopeful for some aperture where I can throw myself in. You could say it’s an obsession, I’d say that I’m just curious like any admirer of a famous person. I dread the time when I have to stop all these and just accept the fact that you’ll never come back.
For: FFfAW-Week of 12-08-2015 by Priceless Joy and Wordle #88
She was putting up the ornaments. Some of them they’d bought together back then. Most of the ones they purchased in that little shop in that little lane were long gone. So was he. The tree used to be bigger back then, but so was the house she shared with him and the kids. The kids… They would be here soon. Carefully she picked another ornament, making sure she wouldn’t drop it.
No, she wouldn’t drop anything anymore. She blinked and a tear fell from her right eye. She used to have a basket full of ripe fruit and vegetables, a nest full of eggs and birds, a house with a garden, a husband and two perfect kids – she used to have everything. She thought she had reached the stars but because she wasn’t clever, they were all taken out of her hand. One mistake, one passion for pump flesh, someone younger, who by the way, didn’t stay with her long – and she lost everything. How she wish she has another chance, to make amends. She has seen her errors and now she wants to go back to where she was.
by brenda warren
For: Finish It! #42 and Wordle 129
Follow your inner moonlight
Things you do is such an excite
Don’t hide the madness
That’s you and what’s the fuss?
You are the soul of the universe
Take a hint from the verse
Fresh and lingering as the new day
The colourful chameleon that’s not grey
It tends to change its colour as it sees fit
It’s stress-free just like changing an outfit
Fine range of drinks for urbane palates
Good quality wine like gold with 24 carats
Spend some time in the sun till toasty brown
Life is good, go and have some fun uptown
Mix with the cool people of different sex
You can assess them, don’t even need specs
The subtleness of pastel colour suits you
You charm them, men are always in a queue
Reading classic fantasy yields rich imagination
Create your own wonderland and have some fun
by brenda warren
For: Writing Prompt #134 and Wordle 187
I’m falling on the edge of the abyss
I’m muddled but don’t want to give it a miss
I do not lead a holy life and I feel guilty
I come to you and need your advice badly
My flesh is weak and I’m drifting away
I acted like a fool and I was led astray
It was a pretty tame affair but still hidden
What was done couldn’t be undone
A secret so to speak in the mist of tides
I wish I could just take them in strides
I know this too will pass but I need the light
Light at the end of the tunnel for my plight
by brenda warren
For: Picture it & Write and Wordle 226
Gnarler (via Yves) A little dog that by his barking alerts his people that there is a burglar inside the house.
Chirping Merry (via Yves) Exhilarated with liquor.
Jabber (via Yves) To talk thick and fast, sometimes to speak in a foreign tongue
Gregorian Tree (via Yves) The gallows.
Honey-peeler (via Yves) A person who manipulates through seduction. Honey-peel is the act of manipulation through seduction
Lentamente (via Bastet) Italian for slowly.
Muore (via Bastet) Italian for dies.
Makisig (via Ladylee) Filipino for powerful and strong.
Malakas (via Ladylee) Filipino for handsome.
Lazulitopian (via J Lapis) “One who resides in a mental world of blue perfection; flourishing at optimal emotional, spiritual rest when surrounded, submerged in blue—all shades, all day and indigo night.”
Moje Dziecko (via Pat) Polish for “My Baby”
Nudnik (via Cressida) Yiddish for a pestering, nagging, or irritating person; a bore.
Liwayway was such a honey-peeler lady. She knew she could be everyone’s moje dziecko and used it to her advantage. Like the time she asked Makisig to do something for her which was slightly illegal and Makisig being smitten by her beauty committed it. Makisig got caught and ended up in the Gregorian Tree. He knew he’d spend the rest of his life in the Gregorian Tree so he asked them if he could paint his cell blue. Being a lazulitopian, he’s happy to be surrounded in blue. Luckily, they agreed to his request so he could reside in his mental world of blue perfection until his muore. He is not malakas so eventually his muore come lentamente.
In the Gregorian Tree, Makisig met Nasabit who got caught in his robbery because of the little gnarler. The dog barked until the people woke up and found Nasabit on the act. They called the police and so he ended up in here. There was also Makulit, who was such a nudnik that Makisig tried to get as far away from Makulit as possible. Aside from being a nudnik, Makulit kept on jaberring about little things – such a real bore! Makisig liked Masaya though, another prison mate, who, even though there was no alcohol, he could behave like a chirping merry most of the times – euphoric. So Makisig found a friend in Masaya.
For: Bonus Wordle #2
As students we managed to scrape by
Not going out, staying at students’ halls
Getting after-school work and living the hard way
Every dish is important so we don’t leave any
Roast on Sunday would be curried or stir-fried the next
We helped plant some vegetables at his parents’ allotment
And freeze all the produce – potatoes, carrots, beans and fruit
Now, we looked back and silently laugh – we’ve endured a lot
Sometimes large tears brimmed in our eyes when we recall
We’ve gone through thick and thin and we are still together
We’ve climbed the highest mountains, crossed the seven seas
Survived all the storms, challenges and hindrances and we’re still us
Till death do us part, we promised each other as we peck each other’s lips
by brenda warren
For: Writing Prompt #133 “Getting Cozy with Uncertainty” and Wordle #225
PHOTO PROMPT – © J Hardy Carroll
“Valour is stability, not of legs and arms, but of courage and the soul.” ~ Michel de Montaigne
“At the end of another long day, and too many more ahead to even think about about, Sam took a moment to gather his thoughts.”
He yearned for peace in his waking hours. The flames were still bright red. Burning for safety. Pebbles rolled along the cliffs and soft sedimentary rocks had eroded away. Sam bent to touch the clay beneath his feet. Gathering his thoughts, he remembered his friends who were injured and those who didn’t come back alive. Numerous friends and comrades who had shown great valour and courage during the war. He knew that the war was over but the cost to people in human suffering was immeasurable.
by brenda warren
For: Wed Stories, Friday Fictioneers and Wordle #132
This week’s photo prompt is provided by pixabay.com (free to use photos).
“Miss Grace” was my first love
I’ve always drove with my glove
As I buckled my belt and navigate
Miss Grace was a witness to my dates
I knew we’d see visions together
As I knew all her noise and whir
For years and years we were together
Not bad for such an old banger
Humming along the way, lots of places
And every time, I always get a real buzz
Gained lots of experience, with life and love
And sometimes I gave her a strong shove
Now it’s time she rest with dignity
It’s all over our driving spree
Put the drills we’d perfected on the side
I looked at her with such great pride
by brenda warren
For: Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers by Priceless Joy and Wordle #134
Cagestruck (via Yves) to be clueless of the customs, dialect/language/slang, and haunts of an unfamiliar city.
Ardle (via Michael) a person who urinates whenever and wherever the mood strikes them.
Shiprighteous (via KO) A smugly moralistic ship.
Figimaled (via Jules) Primarily Farklempt; distressed, confused, annoyed, dismayed.
Aarambham (via Two Paise Poems) Indian for the beginning.
Avasaanam (via Two Paise Poems) Indian for the end.
Punarjanmam (via Two Paise Poems) Indian for rebirth or reincarnation.
Teekva (via a darkened house) Russian for a pumpkin.
Skuddling (via a darkened house) side-ways, skitterish motion
Maganda (via Ladyleemanila) Filipino word for beauty, refers to the beauty of both form and spirit.
Sayang (via Hank) Malay/Indonesian word referring to a loved one. Also used to express one’s affectionate feelings to a lady – whispered softly while nibbling the ear lobe.
Appraisal (via Ranted Crow); The act or result of judging the worth or value of something or someone.
In the aarambham, there was a maganda lady called Marikit. She went to a strange land and was cagestruck. New language, new customs and tradition, new way of living. She wanted to fit in but didn’t know how. Makisig is a malakas (“strong” or “powerful” in Filipino) man. He saw Marikit and introduced himself to her. He showed her their ways and how to fit in. Eventually, they fell in love. Marikit was now Makisig’s sayang and they whispered sweet nothings to each other. And they lived happily until the avasaanam.
For: Bonus Wordle