Tag Archives: Random

What Makes Me Come Alive

Click on the image for more writing prompts – they are great for those lazy days when the ideas just fail to ring the door bell!

I am a late riser. I sleep like a log all night and the alarm clock goes ignored each morning without fail.  I tried putting it on snooze.  I tried placing it away from the bed so that I have to untangle myself from my covers and thread across the cold tiles to make the banshee cry stop.  I tried setting more than one alarm and have them go off at different times.  All failed.  The only thing that gets me out of bed is the panicked shrill coming from the hallway, “It’s 7.30. Get up already!” and that would be my mother hassling that I’ll be late for work. Continue reading →

What Batman Said to Sour-face

A young woman is slumped on an armchair.  Grey bags sprout under her eyes by the second.  In a hoarse voice she hollers sentences to the elder woman sitting next to her.  The older woman sits propped on a chair, her behind at the very edge of the seat, her head is cocked to one side, pushing her ears as close as they would go to the monitor standing on a low table before them, albeit the fact that the speaker is on a chair on the opposite side of the table. Continue reading →

The Battle of the Ages

Miss Theresa Bell is on her way home after visiting the Misses Ferrels when she crosses paths with Mr Stone.  He is in his usual bold attire, highly unfashionable and utterly inappropriate.  He is indeed handsome however, and Miss Theresa cannot help but steal a stealthy peek at him from underneath her bonnet.  It is then that Miss Theresa notices that Mr Stone has paused and is now standing at the end of the street looking straight at her. Continue reading →

Secrets

How do you hide a secret? How do you stop your body from betraying what your mind knows? When your husband asks you directly if you’re having an affair, how do you stop your eyes from batting that one flicker too many? How do you halt your blood from rushing to your face; keep your breath from catching in your throat, making you choke? How do you negate his accusations with a steady voice; with a flowing stream of words following each other comprehensibly, sensibly, logically? Continue reading →

Shadows

The lights in the hall switch off. Darkness consumes the space.  She runs with arms outstretched. Her fingers encounter wood.  She fumbles for the lock.  Finds it and  opens the door in a panic. She jumps onto the threshold.

Exhale.  The street lamps bring momentary relief.  But the street is deserted.  She is alone.     Continue reading →

One Less than a Perfect Square

“GET UP!” the man that was her husband bellowed.

But Joshua did not seem to hear fixated as he was on the Rubik cube, three sides by three.  The white side was facing up.  A complete cross had already taken shape.  His fingers worked frantically fast, his eyes closed, his mind completely absorbed.

“Get up!” his father shouted again and with each hollered cruelty, with each shouted instruction, Rose’s heart shivered. Continue reading →

My Blog and I

If you talked with me less than a month ago and asked me whether I was ever planning to start up a blog, my answer would have been a poisonous look and a harsh “No!”

My birth date is in the latter quarter of the twentieth century, which places me with the young and modern generation.  My friends, to the last one, are Facebookaholics; my brother follows Twitter feeds like they were his diet plan; my boyfriend buys gadgets like a young boy gone wild in a toy store, smart phone, iPod, iPad – you name it, he wants it all.

I only found out that “smart phone” is the right umbrella-term for all the flashy new mobile phones and not “iPhone” late last September when my exasperated colleague sat me down and patiently explained how stupid I was sounding when I mixed up the two. Continue reading →