Scribblings and scrawls of a hopeless romantic soul


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Another Chance


“They’re furious, Apollo. Gaea and Poseidon are gnashing their teeth, fuming with wrath for mankind’s disregard and disrespect. My wind has carried troubling news from the south that Gaea has cooled down her magma and Poseidon has lessened the pressure of rivers and dams. If this persist—

“Insolent fools, these humans are!” Apollo interfered Boreas’ discourse angrily. “After years of dumping wastes in the oceans and clearing the Earth’s forests on a massive scale, this is expected. I, myself, am blamed for warming the globe when, if fact, it is them who burned those fossil fuels. Why should we care? Even your winds, my kind-hearted friend, weren’t left untainted.”

Boreas looked mournfully at Apollo, his eyes filled with tears. “But they are ours to tend and foster.”

“With that… humans better know their place.” Apollo said with a disdainful smirk and a sigh. “For now, blow your winds Boreas. Let them hear your howl of sympathy and feel your gust of kindness. I will try and persuade the two to give mankind yet another chance.”

Word Count: 175

Here is for Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers prompt. This week’s photo prompt is provided by TJ Paris. Thanks PJ for another fun prompt. ❤❤❤

This one is inspired by the recent red alert on PH’s power supply and some other distressing news about climate change, deforestation, and pollution. When will this end? I do not know.

The whole Philippine power grid was placed under red alert on Friday, as the sweltering heat drove electricity demand to a new record high amid thinning supply. –ANC, The World Tonight

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Nature’s Cry

©Julija Nėjė

Nature’s Cry
A Free Verse

Nature cries
Of crimson red tears
She grieves for abuse
She weeps for neglect
Of misery,
She gravely fears
The end is near
For this game of greed
A tug-of-war between her and us—
Whoever turns first into dust

© 2016 Maria. All Rights Reserved.

In response to Shapeshifting 13 #47 KICKOFF (Ghouls on Rainbows): RED

This week, in exactly 39 words, your challenge is to write a story or poem inspired by the color in the image.


I envy the buried faces…

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I envy the buried faces
For they have been spared from today’s tragic news
No Middle East tension to haunt them at night
Or political feud to twist their cheerful smiles
I envy the buried faces
For they have been spared from drastic climate change
No earth-shattering quakes to set off their fright
Or dreadful typhoons taking their lives
I envy the buried faces
For they have lived a life of genuine bliss
No phones or gadgets to pull them worlds apart
No selfishness or chauvinism to separate their hearts

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