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48-HOUR CHALLENGE : Media Prompt
Deadl..." I just listened to a few seconds of the song, to get the idea. I don't want to listen to more. I'm missing Dad a lot and this sounds like it would trigger me. The title and first few lines made it sound like it's about following someone who dies somewhere - too upsetting a subject in my current mood. Dad's first death anniversary is coming up on Nov 14. My cousin is asking if I want a family Zoom meeting, but I don't think I want to organise it, nor have her do so for me. It was nice of her to offer, but it's a big task, co-ordinating the different time zones the family lives in. I want to share so many things with Dad and 'he's watching from Heaven' just doesn't cut it. I want to tell him about my new (part time) job and about my hobby and so many things. I miss you, Dad. |
| Once upon a time, there was a town. In this town, everything had to be bigger, better, faster, more convenient. Nobody walked if they could take the helicopter, nobody climbed the stairs if they could take the elevator. Puffs of big black smoke came out of factory chimneys and the factory owners had bets on whose smoke would be the blackest and biggest. The weather began to change. It rained or snowed when it wasn't supposed to. Sometimes the sun shone piercingly bright for days on end. Sometimes it grew cold. The townsfolk built better, more efficient structures to combat this climate change. Now, unseen by the citizens, there lived some monsters in a cave nearby. These were the pollution monsters, and they thought bigger was better, too. Each one tried to get the biggest, heaviest carbon footprint. Considering how much pollution was going around these monsters had no problem getting greenhouse gases to grow on. They grew bigger and bigger. Their feet grew bigger and bigger. "Now to test who has the biggest carbon footprint!" the Chief Monster announced. With shrieks of delight, the Monsters ran to the town. The townspeople saw them approaching and gasped. The monsters lined up. Each one raised their right leg. "When I say GO," the Chief Monster said, "all of you bring your foot down so we can measure your carbon footprint. Ready-steady-GO!" A hundred monster feet came crashing down on the town. All the biggest, most convenient structures were destroyed, along with the people in them All that was left of the town was the carbon footprints of the monsters, with their measurements written neatly in. So, the town died sadly ever after. The end. |
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48-HOUR CHALLENGE : Media Prompt
Deadl..." I love the visuals in this one - the toy 'phone' at the two ends, and trying to connect. Very evocative. What does it mean, to connect? To be physically near each other? Heck, couples who are supposedly making love aren't always 'connected' though all their skin is touching each other's. So then? To be on the same wavelength, even though you might be physically distant? Technology has given us ways to close the physical gap these days. So if someone gets what you are saying, are you connected though you're miles apart? Or just it simply mean to WANT to be close, like this song says. If both people really desire proximity, is it achieved already, by the very longing for it? Richard Bach says 'if you want to be with someone you love, aren't you already there?' So, if you want to be connected, you already are! |
| "Note: Newsfeed WEEKEND Challenge till Sunday 11.59 pm o..." Once upon a time, The Story Master and The Story Mistress created the site we call Writing Dot Com. On June 1, 2016, wiesblaize found this online home. She loved it, and soon became very active. She made several friends. On a bright Saturday, she thought up a challenge and asked folks to write a drabble. Sonali didn't know what a drabble was, but found out one second later! Questions came pouring in. Weisblaize answered promptly. Everyone soon got cracking on their keyboards. Sonali has just finished her entry and is going to do a word count now! Fingers crossed! Words: 100 |
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48-HOUR CHALLENGE : Media Prompt
Deadl..." Nature's great Nature's great There is colour there is sound there are creatures dancing around There is music there is rhythm tiny things moving though you can't see them Nature's great Nature's great There is wind there's snow and rain and then there's sunshine back again There are mountains there are valleys and lakes ponds, streams, seashores water don't sleep, it always wakes Nature's great Nature's great Don't destroy the disco snails don't destroy any creature let's share our planet happily with the miracle of nature Nature's great Nature's great |
| So many people have helped me here, it's difficult to know whom to pick. My first pick has to be poignant. Unfortunately, SHERRI GIBSON  is no longer with us, but I have to mention her. She reviewed the very first poem I posted on the very first day I joined, and from then till the day she passed away, she was there to help me.She taught me how to b-item link. Believe it or not, it took an exchange of six emails for me to get it! (Hey, I was a newbie!). I once wanted to start a forum (which I didn't finally) but I discussed the idea with her and she was generous with her time and inputs. She was always ready to listen, ready to share, ready to help. I miss her. Then, there's Dr M C Gupta  who has helped me streamline my poetry writing. I could never get syllable counts correctly till he stepped in and actually edited some of my Team India poems written for Kiya's "Project Write World" . Also, his own poems - always perfectly structured - are a lesson in how to meld form and content.There's Maryann  who runs "WdC SuperPower Reviewers Group" . She was one of my first friends here. In those days, it was 'Yellow' Power, and when I got promoted to Preferred, I hesitatingly asked if I could join. She welcomed me and her leadership style encouraged me to recruit people for the group and do more reviews myself. She was always there when I wanted to talk about something that happened on WDC that I didn't understand or needed a clarification on.Like I said, just three? So many, many people have helped. The biggest thanks gos to SM and SMs for creating the site and making it this lovely place! For "Earn the Badge - Closed " |
| Physically, they were as comfortable as they could have been. The room was airconditioned, the sofa soft, the piped music playing a gentle tune. Yet all three of them were sweating. The sofa might as well not have been there, nobody was sitting on it. They were pacing, then stopping, then pacing again. Reality shows, when real, were so different from when one watched them sitting on the sofa at home with the TV remote in hand. You couldn't switch to another channel here. You had to evaluate how you had performed in the task set and wonder whether you'd be the next to hear 'GOODBYE'. You had to prepare what you were going to say in your own defense. The two men could be seen muttering to themselves. The lady's palms covered her mouth, but she was obviously muttering, too. Each was strategizing to pull themselves up - by bringing the other two down if needed. No holds barred. In the boardroom, the first one pleading his case to the boss. He talks about each of the twelve tasks so far, and his contribution to his team every time. Then, he brings out the best argument he has thought up. “I’m not like you.” he states, resolutely. "You're right. You're not. GOODBYE." |
| Note: I guess each member is allowed one qualified entry. I just felt like writing this so I did, and submitted it. I am perfectly happy having written it, I don't need to get any more incentives. A happy hippo hopped and hiccupped. Do you know the story of the Hare and the Tortoise? The one in which they had a race, and the tortoise won though he was slower, because the hare got over-confident? Well, there's something you don't know about. And I'm going to reveal this secret here and now. It wasn't the hare who won the race, as we know. But it wasn't the tortoise either. What actually happened was this - the animals had been very excited about the race for days beforehand. The hippo got so excited, he forgot to drink enough water or eat properly. With the result that he lost some weight and was very thirsty. He didn't notice these things, however, because he was so focused on the upcoming Hare V/s. Tortoise race. On the day, he went there early, with Mrs. Hippo and the two little hippos, to get a good place to stand and watch. They got a lovely place where they could see almost the whole route the contestants would run. It was when the starter said - READY, SET, GO ... and the two began to run that Mr. Hippo's hiccups began. He was so thirsty, he hiccupped and hiccupped. The hiccups were so strong and he was so thin that each hiccup made him hop. "Hippo, dear!" Mrs. Hippo cried out, as her husband hopped away from her. "Hey, Hippo, Dad," the two little ones yelled, trying to run behind their hopping father. But nobody could catch up with hopping hippo. The crowd parted and stared. They didn't know whether to watch the main race or this side show. Hippo was worried at first, but then he saw the finish line come into view. "I'm going to win," he thought, and through the hiccups, a big grin spread across his face. So now you know the truth. A happy hippo hopped and hiccupped across that finish line first. We just don't get to hear much about it because he wasn't on the track, and the committee is still deciding whether his race was qualified or not. |
| I scream, you scream, we all scream for ice cream My Dad, when a student at UCLA worked, for he had his tuition to pay He once sold ice-cream - what a treat! Riding a bicycle from street to street. "Crunchy munchy, right after lunchy! It's good, you should!" He screamed this cry to the kids and adults passing by When they heard this welcome sound They would soon crowd around With his scoop he'd go whisk-whisk On good days, his trade was brisk. A single scoop then cost a dime (Doesn't that sound sublime?) But there was one little boy For whom ice cream was a joy Though he only had five cents Pocket money from his parents "Mr. Man, please," he'd say to Dad And Dad wanted to make him glad Though it was hard-earned money And giving it up wasn't really funny Dad covered for this kid each time Replacing the nickel with his own dime. Well, the child screamed with joy Not even knowing of Dad's ploy! Years later, Dad confessed That when giving he felt truly blessed. In response to: "Challenge Four - Tongue Twister Fun" |
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48-HOUR CHALLENGE : Media Prompt
Deadl..." Don't look at moving to another town Don't look for someone else to go along It's what's within that gets you down It's inner strength that makes you strong Nobody, anywhere 'else' matters To your own self be true Falsity leaves your soul in tatters Self-belief gets you through What happened to him, or to her? Don't dwell on it if you don't know Life loses its wonder If you fret about someone who chose to go. Be honest, to yourself be kind Life is full of miracles You'll win out in heart, soul and mind Overcoming all obstacles. |
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