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| Words: 233 Creating chaos? Being the Master Monkey, the Mother of all Monkeys, the Most Mayhem Monkey? That's ME! That's me ... in my role as school librarian. Hey Hey Wake up. Are you okay? Yes, yes, I said I was the Main Monkey when I was school librarian. I was monkier than the students. I was the monkiest of them all. I know monkier and monkiest weren't words till this moment, but they are now. So yeah. I was librarian in a school. Let's say the library was my barrel? Roll out the barrel! I wanted the kids to have fun in the library. They had to have fun if they were to grow up loving books. Books had to be associated with friendship, joy, sharing and excitement. And that needs some amount of noise. Some amount of chaos. The rule in the library was 'Noise Please'. If you like a book, talk about it. Entice others to read it. Let the library be a den where you discuss your favourite authors, your most heroic characters. Let the love of books, the love of language, the love of a hobby grow here. Let there be people waiting to borrow the latest acquisitions, let there be the suspense of 'no spoilers', let there be chatter, let there be chaos! Let the library be a marvellous, magical, mystical, mysterious menagerie of monkeys! Monkeys who love to read! PROMPT ▼ |
| Words: 263 Everyone was happy. Me? I was the happiest of them all. He was handsome, kind, with a sense of humour. He worked in advertising, too. In fact, he had his own advertising agency. What more could any girl want? Once married, I could join him and take over the copywriting duties. This sounds like it was a 'heart' decision, getting engaged to the guy. But you know, it was purely 'head' at the time. It was an arranged match. Yup. We'd met through a mutual aunt, my parents had done a background check on him before he and I set eyes on each other. Only when the criteria that counted in the community coincided did the couple converse. We got officially engaged within 10 days of our first meeting. There were some romantic days. There were some realistic days, getting to know each other. And the happily ever after was within sight. The hall for the wedding had been booked. The honeymoon had been booked. The outfit I was to be married in had arrived ... and then, one phone call ended it. His mother had changed her mind about me as a prospective daughter-in-law. I no longer fitted her criteria. Maybe it was because I fitted her son's criteria too well? We'll never know. So a decision taken with the head had left me heartbroken. And that is what I think. Decisions taken only with the head may be injurious to the heart. You have to find the head-heart balance. And when in doubt, remember, it's heartfelt and heartwarming, not headfelt and headwarming. PROMPT ▼ |
| Words: 219 I like lots of fruits, but since the prompt asked me to pick ONE, I'd say the Mango. Mmmmmmmmango. The fruit which can be eaten raw - so tangy with a hint of sweetness, so good made into a salted pickle or a sweet one. So refreshing as a juice. Mmmmmmmmango. The king of fruits when ripe. Luxuriously, seductively soft. Soft on the fingers, soft on the lips, soft on the tongue. So sweet. Enjoy it plain, peeled and diced. Lose yourself in the juice. Add milk and shake it up. Bake a cake. Whatever you do, keep your mango safe, lest other mortals get tempted and steal it from you. I started the entry wanting to make the (rather obvious) pun of eating this fruit without any male companions (Man-go) but as I wrote, my reverence for this fruit took over and I thought it unworthy of mere wordplay. The admonishing of the rougher sex shall therefore not happen. Man may go, man may stay, the mango remains the order of the day. PS - Recipe? There is a reason 'recipe' and 'pierce' are anagrams of each other! My grandma's mango recipes pierced the soul of anyone who dined with her ... pierced as only the soft and luscious can pierce, so smoothly and gracefully. Share those recipes? Ah. Family secret.  Prompt ▼ |
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