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The flame of destiny

“You don’t have to say everything to be a light. Sometimes a fire built on a hill will bring interested people to your campfire.” ― Shannon L. Alder

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It was back in July when my dearie, Rosema of A Reading Writer, and I decided to build our small campfire called, Word High July, on a hill. None of us knew if our fire was bright enough to draw people or if it could last for the whole month. We had nothing to keep the fire burning but our passion in writing, our desire to meet new friends, and our pride, The 30 Beautiful Filipino Words.

But, in the midst of our doubts, all the forces of the blogosphere seemed to have connived and turned our fire into a blazing flame.  The flame of destiny. We were all meant to meet. We were all meant be each other’s light. We we’re all meant to sit around a campfire.

And for that, I thank all the great writers and poets that I have come across through Word High July. It was a month of learning, inspiration, and building greater bonds among everyone.

Thank you for the poems and  fictions
Those gorgeous photos under the sun
Those six-word tales and random thoughts
That kept us word-high on July!

Let’s give ourselves a pat on the shoulder, we made it! Cheers everyone. Mazel tov! 😀 ❤

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Today’s Filipino word prompt is “tadhana” which refers to “an invisible force that makes things happen beyond the control of mortals”.

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B is for B’shert

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/bəˈSHərt/

B’shert or  Bashert is a Yiddish word that refers to fate or destiny. In Jewish, it is a person’s soulmate, especially when considered as an ideal or predestined marriage partner.

I wish I knew you when we were younger. When life was simpler than it is now and our only task was just being kids. We might even have more time to spend with each other without worrying too much about school. You could have taken me to Neverland.

I wish I knew you when we were teens. When everything about life gets a whole lot confusing, exciting, terrifying, and beautiful. We would have been partners in crime in both learning and fooling around. You could have saved my JS Promenade and Sweet Eighteen.

I wish I knew you when we were tossing graduation caps in the air. When we didn’t know what lies ahead in the real life and we were set to follow our dreams. We would have talked about the future, our plans, and laughed at how we’re finally getting older. You could have given me a high five.

I wish I knew you when we were getting our first paycheck. When our hearts were filled with pride and joy of surviving complete independence. We might have partied all night and celebrated it with delight. You could have paid all the bills.

And lastly…

I wish I knew you when my heart was unscathed. When I haven’t recklessly given it to someone who’s not even worth it. When I still have every piece of me– no bruises, no scars. You could have handled it with utmost care.

I wonder what it would be like if our paths crossed a bit earlier. I wonder who we’d be if we’re together. Maybe I’d like to see how much we’ve changed and how much remained the same. Maybe I just want to spend a little more time with you. Or maybe I just want to see if we would like each other at that point in time. Either way, I wish I knew you back then.


Poetry Form: Prose

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When FATE works…

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It was one of those morning strolls where the gentle sky spread over the horizon and a solitary cloud hung overhead. Alexa came to a crosswalk, where she stopped to let a car turn. Conversely, the man driving the car pulled up and rolled his passenger side window down. “You need a ride?” he warmly asked.

At first she didn’t say anything, she just looked at him—his car; her eyes ran down the length of his peculiar vehicle and back to this man’s eyes. For a moment, she thought, why on earth would a sinfully gorgeous man be driving a piece of odd-looking, spray-painted sixties tin with a bed of flowers on its roof?! “No, thank you,” she kindly refused, but shoot him a look that meant, NO WAY MISTER! I’M NOT RIDING YOUR HIPPIE CAR.

“Suit yourself,” he said and winked.

Then, as if fate begged to disagree, droplets of rain started to pour from the puffy cloud that now started to sprawl. “Seriously?!” she yelled and came running after the car which slowed to a halt, “Sorry, I think I need a ride.”


Here’s for Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers prompt.

Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers is a weekly writing challenge hosted by Priceless Joy where a photo is used as a prompt for a piece of fiction using 150 (+/- 25 words).

Enjoy more stories here. 🙂

DESTINY

A message to a pair of lovebirds who finally found theirs

I was staring on a blank space with nothing to write about. So I just played Jim Brickman’s Destiny on loop for an inspiration. I stared at your photos and go down the memory lane. Back to when we were just starting to get to know each other, to when you were frail and couldn’t handle the pain and helplessly leaned on a total stranger. Continue reading “DESTINY”

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