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Sunny Day

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Sunny Day
General Fiction

Derrick was sitting on an empty park bench, staring at the towering buildings across the narrow waters. It was a cloudy day but the sun still tried to break through the grays.

“What I’m saying is there are no guarantees.”

Yes, that’s what his oncologist said earlier that day. Derrick is a twenty-five year old aspiring young artist who has always looked forward to sunrise and waited for sunsets. The sun, to him, was his muse. He could paint a heron gliding over the horizon smeared with colorful hues. He could sketch magic in sunlight, make the images come alive— until leukemia took its toll. He had already lost his hair. Today, he woke up losing his hands. He couldn’t control them, shaking and trembling as if saying they’re too scared.

With tears in his eyes, he said a silent prayer. Above the towering buildings across the narrow waters, the sun still tried to break through the grays, streaks of rays piercing through the clouds.

Now that’s a guarantee of a sunny day. He smiled.

Word Count: 175

© 2016 Maria. All Rights Reserved.


YAY! Great to be back in the tale-weaving world. ❤

Here is for Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers prompt. This week’s photo prompt is provided by Barbara Taylor. Thanks PJ for another fun prompt.:):):)

Enjoy more stories here:

 

Coruscant Soul

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Artwork by Demar Douglas

Coruscant Soul
A Free Verse

Forces of the world
Hammered her soul—
Failures, setbacks, and life’s puzzles
Failures burnt in smoldering heat
Shackled by setbacks, constant defeat
Lost in the void of life’s puzzles
Yet she surfaced like a crystal
Shining after searing fire—
Glaring and bright
A coruscant soul
Forged after chains of
Breakdowns and cries.

© 2016 Maria. All Rights Reserved.


In response to Shapeshifting 13 #52 KICKOFF: This week, in exactly 52 words, your challenge is to write a story or poem inspired by and using the following word(s):

“FORCE” & “CORUSCANT”

April has been a hiatus for me and I only managed to finish two colors (Red and Orange) for  the series, Ghouls on Rainbows. This month, may the force be with us all so we may dwell in blog-o-sphere in peace and harmony. *fingers crossed* Happy to be back in the shapeshifting world! 😀

P is for Pikit-mata

 

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The sky is dark glittered by the shimmering stars. The air is still. I dream of a faraway land where no one can reach me. Perhaps, a field of prickly green grasses where not a soul had been seen for centuries or a desolate ruin long forgotten where I will wallow in solitude. Beneath a hundred thousand stars with my eyes closed, I surrender. I surrender all my woes. I surrender all my fears. I surrender all my inhibitions. I surrender all my doubts. Amidst the embrace of the cold night with only the whistling of the wind, the rustling of the trees, and the silence of my beating heart, I gave in to life’s infinite paradox.

Mind numb from thinking
Fighting battles from within
Stop and heed His will


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Read more 2016 A to Z Challenge entries here!

Fortune Favors the Brave

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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! 🙂 🙂 🙂

The Great Book of Lists- Chapters 3.2 & 3.3: Acts of Love and Ways to Celebrate

This week’s The Great Book of List is a combination of two chapters: Chapter 3.2 ( Acts of Love) and Chapter 3.3 (Ways to Celebrate). But before anything else, I’d like to congratulate our host, La duchesse d’Erat, for passing her exam and kicking out flu! ^^

So here goes something…

Acts of Love
When things go sour, awful, we turn to our loved ones, crawl in their warm embrace and let them try to calm our heartbeat. There’s hardly a better time to show them we care. How do you show your loved ones you care ? What are the little gestures, the surprises, the words that carry your appreciation ?

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1. Scrapbook- I usually do this on a friend’s special day. Scrapbooking a favorite hobby of mine and I love making one for them. It gives me time to scan through old photos and reminisce old memories, too.

2. Poem- Most of the time, I write poems for family & friends in any celebration  (birthdays, anniversary, send-off party, etc). I also write poems whenever I feel thankful for having them around or I want to cheer someone who’s feeling down or just randomly remind them how much they are loved.

3. Hugs and Kisses- The easiest and most convenient act of love there is along with the word “I love you”.

4. Presence- I may not have all the riches in the world but to the people that I truly love, I can give all my time. I’m all ears and all smiles to listen. A pillow-talk would be great, too.

Ways to Celebrate
What are the ways you generally celebrate?

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1. KTV- One of my favorite ways to celebrate is to sing my heart out with friends or family. It’s such a perfect release.

2. Eat- We do this most often at any events, be it outside or at home. You can never go wrong with a celebration in a table full of sumptuous food. YUM!

3. Travel- At times when my friends and I are feeling really generous, we like to go to beautiful places. Maybe not necessarily our dream travels but just off to scenic place away from the city. In the most special times, I travel back to the place where I belong, too- HOME.

4. Little treats- Just as much as I enjoy celebrating with people I love, I love taking myself for a little treat as well. Dark chocolates or iced coffee would be great. Oh and french fries, too. Haha! A solitary walk at malls would be fine and a book or two would be a great reward. Ah… a lovely date with just me, myself, and I. ❤

How about you?  I would love to hear them, too. :) :) :)

 

My Life

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TATAY (Father)-
He’s the pillar of our strength
A man of few words
Tough but with a gentle heart

NANAY (Mother)-
Our beam of light; our comfort
In the darkest paths
She is always there to guide

BROTHER-
The one who always listens
Kind but he could fight
With him my fears subside

SISTER-
She is the breath of fresh air
The youngest of three
Full of possibilities

Meanwhile, I-
Half crazy, half sane
Half evil, half kind
But one thing’s for sure
My family is my life


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DAY 2:  Today, I challenge you to write a poem that takes the form of a family portrait. You could write, for example, a stanza for each member of your family. You could also find an actual snapshot of your family and write a poem about it, spending a little bit of time on each person in the picture. You don’t need to observe any particular form or meter. Happy writing!

Read more 2016 NaPoWriMo entries here!

Beam of Hope

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In the loneliest valleys, hope could hide

Ebbing until you have resigned and cried

Just when you’re about to quit

A beam of light, hope permits

Leading your way out, guiding side by side


Written for Mind and Life Matters’ Limerick Challenge Week 13: Hope

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! ❤ ❤ ❤

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