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Fortune Favors the Brave

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© Huffington Post

Fortune favors the brave
Stop wishing; start doing
Do not fear what you do not know
Unleash your life force
Let your fantasies unwind
Good things take time
The best is yet to come
Become who you are
Pick a path with heart—
Never quit;
See the light at the end of the tunnel
Affirm it, visualize it, believe it, and it will actualize itself.

Poetry Form: Found Poem


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Day 13: The number 13 is often considered unlucky, so today I’d like to challenge you to beat the bad luck away with a poem inspired by fortune cookies. 

Picked these fortune cookie messages for all of you. Have a lucky day, everyone! 🙂 🙂 🙂

Art of Expression

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I was once your six-year-old, messy-hair, oversized-shirt, make-believe artist back in Mrs. Grelina’s class.

“Live your dreams.” Our teacher used to say and we’d come to her class dressed as the person we would soon become. One classmate brought with her a toy stethoscope and the other wore polished suit like a business tycoon. Meanwhile, I was the quite boy acting strange and weird because that’s what I thought artists should be like—peculiar.

I remember one day, Mrs. Grelina asked me why I dreamed to be an artist. With a pencil tucked behind my ears, I told her that I wanted to impress everyone. She warmly smiled and said, “That’s a good start. But soon you will realize that art craves to express rather than impress.”

Thirty years later, I stood beside my pride during the Splash of Extraordinary Art competition. A rival artist came and gave a mocking remark. “You’ll never impress the judges with those cows, pal.”

“Maybe. But I bet they’ll never forget these for a long time.” I gladly replied.

Word Count: 175


Here is for Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers prompt. Thank you S for the photo and PJ for another fun prompt. ❤❤❤

I found myself writing another story about Mrs. Grelina and her class. I hope you don’t mind. 🙂 🙂 🙂

Enjoy more stories here:

 

 

Open Windows

Illustration by Jane Lee Logan

For years I have knocked
on a closed door
Each thump was a plea,
A prayer from a fervent soul
My hands never ceased to rap-
Slam, hammer, and whack
At the threshold of dreams
I won’t let go
But years have passed
And the door remained closed
I should have gambled at the window
Which opened a chance,
A possibility of luck-
An opportunity
I mustn’t let go


In response to The Daily Post prompt: Window

I have finally decided to climb over the windows of my dreams if I can’t walk right through its door. HA! Is that metaphorically insane? *fingers crossed*

Sadly, this would mean I have to take a break from blogosphere for the rest of March and will have to miss some flash fiction/poetry prompts. 😦

BUT… I’ll be dropping by every now and then to read your posts. That’s a promise. 😉

Ciao! ❤ ❤ ❤

Dreams of You

Written for Mind and Life Matters’ Limerick Challenge Week 12: Dream

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Artwork by Lucy Salgado

The night felt awfully gloomy and blue

I chased it away with mem’ries of you

With you by my side

My arms open wide

I plunged into a blissful dream so true


Here’s to everyone feeling gloomy and blue. Smiles! I’m thinking of you. 🙂

Dreams & Nostalgia

PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

“Twenty-three years…” Liam mumbled

“Can you believe it?” asked Lianne, rejoining her brother in nostalgia as they watched Loboc River from the windowsill. “We used to run the length of its bank until we reach the part where the muddy water and the salty ocean unite.

“Take us! Pleaseeeee!” Liam yelled, imitating a little girl’s voice. “You used to scream at floating restaurants cruising along the river. Hilarious!”

“We thought it’d take us abroad…” She murmured, her back facing the river.

“Hey, when’s your flight to Dublin?” Liam digressed.

“Thursday. You?”

“Got a conference at Ohio in three days.”

She gave a knowing smile and said, “Dreams do come true.”

“They always do.” he acquiesced.

Word Count: 115


In response to this week’s Friday Fictioneers prompt. Friday Fictioneers is a weekly writing challenge hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields where a photo is used as a prompt for a hundred-word piece of fiction. The photo prompt is a courtesy of Rochelle herself. Thank you!

This story is inspired by one of the Philippines’ tourist destinations, Loboc River. P.S. Sorry for the extra fifteen words. I tried to trim it down from 150.
Happy weekends! 🙂

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One More Day

145 02 February 28th 2016

Lori and Chad have been working in the office for twelve straight hours. Hunched over their desks, nothing breaks the ghostly silence except for the tapping on keyboards. They’ve been waiting months for an approved one-week vacation and by the time their boss dropped the big “YES”, Lori and Chad had assiduously wrapped their tasks in a heap of papers.

“YES!” they shouted in chorus.

Lori excitedly hugged Chad and gave him a kiss. “We better get home! We need to pack! We have our tickets, right? Please tell me we already do…”

“Baby, relax,” he whispered, too sleepy and tired to even give a wide smile, “I’ve already booked our trip. But we’ll have to wait until the next day- which is great because we badly need a rest.”

“Fine.” She answered, her lips forming a pout.

“Ha! Don’t give me that! Besides, didn’t you read the news? UK’s in a slight stir due to EU referendum and Brexit.” Chad teased.

“I don’t care. I want the Stonehenge, Big Ben, Canterbury, cathedrals, castles, and cobbled-streets. I want the places where Chaucer, Shakespeare, Dickens, and Jane Austen once breathed. So, no, mister. I’ve waited for months, what’s one more day.”

Word Count: 200


Written for Sunday Photo Fiction’s prompt. The image looked too political which is NOT my cup of tea so I had to resort to my long-time dream, a European trip (which, of course, includes UK!) 😀

Sunday Photo Fiction is a weekly writing challenge hosted by Alastair Forbes where a photo is used as a prompt for a piece of fiction using around 200 words. The piece doesn’t have to center around exactly what the photo is, it can be just used as a basis for a story.

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The Great Book of Lists- Chapter 2.2: Words That Matter

This week’s The Great Book of Lists hosted by La duchesse d’Erat is a special one. The list was suggested by my quote-junkie blogger friend, Rosema. It’s about the words that matter– words that has pushed you forward, to do good, and to be glad. Words that are worth sharing.

So, here’s a few of those words that have helped me make through the day. 🙂

1. Carpe diem- This has always been my life’s motto. Seize the day and savor every moment.

 

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Mrs. Grelina: A Eulogy

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I remember Mrs. Grelina when we were five. She was a large woman, the size of a teddy bear. Each morning, she would clap her hands and yell, “Kids! Round them up!” Then our little arms would push and drag the tables and chairs, in between squeals and laughter, to form a huge circle. It was always my favorite part.

She never needed a strict class to make us learn. While most teachers make seating arrangement, we were seated facing each other; while most teachers carry a stick, Mrs. Grelina carried a colorful wand. She would call it The Talking Wand. We would then raise our hands to recite or ask a question—just to get a hold of her wand. She taught us to share and to listen. In that round circle, we were make believe artists, musicians, architects, presidents and she would talk to us like we were such.

Now, the boy with a messy hair holds an art exhibit. The loudest kid in class sold a concert. The one in big glasses designed Shangrila, and the girl that always sleeps, the one who loves to dream, is now a poet standing in front of you.

Thank you, Mrs. Grelina.

Word Count: 202


Written for Sunday Photo Fiction’s prompt. I don’t remember much from my prep school but I remember crayons, shared laughter, and children seated in round tables. I believe it was fun. 😍

Sunday Photo Fiction is a weekly writing challenge hosted by Alastair Forbes where a photo is used as a prompt for a piece of fiction using around 200 words. The piece doesn’t have to center around exactly what the photo is, it can be just used as a basis for a story.

Enjoy more awesome stories here:

The Great Book of Lists- Chapter 2.0: Dream Travels

Travel is about the gorgeous feeling of teetering in the unknown. — Gaby Basora.

A new chapter begins in The Great Book of Lists hosted by La duchesse d’Erat and as we turn another page, we delve into the list of our dream travels. I, myself, am not much of a traveler but I’ve always had a wandering soul and mind. The Earth is a ball of paradise and wouldn’t it be nice if we could simply travel around each one of its bliss? *Sigh*

As I was mulling over my list, I realized that  I am not much of a beach bum despite my country, the Philippines, having some of the world’s most pristine beaches (I hope this is not a bad thing). So without further ado, here’s a peak of my dream travels.

1. The Pyramids of Giza –  Al Haram, Giza Governorate, Egypt. My childhood dream is to see the Pyramids of Giza. I have always loved archaeology movies such as Indiana Jones, The Mummy, and Tomb Raider, and as I grow I’ve become more fascinated with documentaries about the pyramids and ancient Egypt.

2. Museo de Louvre – Paris, France. Most people would think of the Eiffel Tower or the Arch de Triumph at the mention of Paris but for me, it’s Louvre- home of the world’s most valued treasures, a portal to ancient time and civilization, and a place I would give anything just to go to. YAY!

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