(Tuesday 16th August – Monday 22nd August)
This week I’m starting a mini-series challenge within the Miniature Writing Challenge. The 3Cs stand for: Culture, Country and City. For the first challenge, use any Culture in the world as a source of inspiration for your creative piece. Please include the name of your chosen culture and a picture.
Countless faces filling the streets
Blurry visages that never speak
But one stands out from the wall
And he admires her colours with every stroll
A mystery girl adorning the city
Neglected in plain sight, yet always pretty
She was made for him, he always thought
Marvellous, majestic and can never be bought
She soothes the ails of lonely sufferers
And quenches the thirst of art-lovers
Desperate wanderers in a world that crushes
Can sometimes find hope in paint and brushes
The Daily Post’s prompt “Stroll”
Intro to Poetry – Day 2 (Face)
In response to The Daily Post’s prompt “Keeping up with the Jones'”
Tell us about the one luxury item you wish you could afford, in as much detail as you can. Paint a picture for us.
I would like to buy my own apartment in the city of my choosing anywhere in the world. I don’t care for a townhouse or a penthouse or anything so luxurious, but I would like a place that is mine. It would have a modern design, artwork on the walls, and I would live there by my own rules. Otherwise I don’t really care about luxury items, but I would like enough money to travel as often as I’d like.
Table of Contents:
- Dilemma 1: How It All Began
- Dilemma 2: Why Guys Drive Me Crazy
- Dilemma 3: The Meeting
- Dilemma 4: Middle of the Night
- Dilemma 5: The Mirror
- Dilemma 6: The Confusion
- Dilemma 7: The Fight
- Dilemma 8: What Am I Doing Here?
- Dilemma 9: After a Long Wait
- Dilemma 10: Other Plans
- Dilemma 11: The Blackout
- Dilemma 12: Lost and Confused
- Dilemma 13: Just Another Day
- Dilemma 14: Change
- Dilemma 15: Vacuum
- Dilemma 16: More Stress Than I Can Handle
- Dilemma 17: Packing-up the Past
- Dilemma 18: A New Chapter in My Life
- Dilemma 19: As If No Time Had Passed
- Dilemma 20: Changing Choices in Transitional Phases
- Dilemma 21: The Old City
- Dilemma 22: In the Pouring Rain
- Dilemma 23: A New Year
- Dilemma 24: Club X
- Dilemma 25: An Odd Perspective
- Dilemma 26: All Night
- Dilemma 27: The Final Chapter
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Guest Post by: Jo Oram
Jenna climbed the stairs, flight after flight leading her into the sky. The sun was setting over the city. Below, a million busy people were swarming through the streets, going home from school or work, meeting their friends and collecting their kids.
Pausing for breath, Jenna leaned over the railing, watching. She wondered how many of them would notice if she were to drop dead on that rooftop. She wondered how long it would take for someone to find her, if anyone would even miss her.
They would notice her if she dropped out of the sky though. Not the quiet, plain girl in the corner any more. Just a mess on the pavement. She would make an impact then. Jenna closed her eyes and gripped the rail, lifting her leg to climb onto the edge.
Jenna jumped, hearing a voice behind her. Her foot slipped, losing purchase on the edge, keeping her on the rooftop. Her heart pounded as she turned around.
“Are you okay?” A woman stood near the door.
Jenna scowled at her. “You a cop? Trying to stop me?”
The woman shook her head. “I’m not a cop.”
Jenna turned away. “Then leave me alone.”
“Watch then. Whatever. I don’t care.”
The woman moved closer. “It doesn’t hurt forever.”
“Like you’d know.” Jenna snorted.
“Try me.” The woman stood beside her, looking over the edge. “I know more than you think.”
Jenna shook her head. “I’ll just come back tomorrow. Or wait for you to go home. You can’t stay out here forever.”
“You’re wrong. About everything. You’ve got so much ahead of you. And you can be anything you want to be – a vet, a model, an artist.”
“You don’t know anything about me.”
“I know more than you think, Jenna.”
Jenna looked up. “Have we met?”
“Maybe a long time ago in a future that won’t happen if you jump.”
“Who are you?” Jenna stepped away from the edge, staring at the woman. She looked ordinary, more like a younger version of her own mother than a dangerous stalker.
“Someone who needs you to live. Whatever they say, Jenna, you don’t have to believe them. And you might not see it, but you’re beautiful. You’re clever. And you’re talented. You just need a little more time.” The woman smiled. “If you jump, you’ll miss it all. Your story will be short and sad. No first kiss. No career. You’ll never meet the father of your children and your children will never be born.”
“So they’ll never grow up to change the world. And neither will you. You’re special, Jenna. And there is only one way to prove that.”
Jenna took another step towards the door, both women reaching for it at the same time.
The woman smiled as she descended the stairs remembering the night twenty years earlier, when a woman she had never met decided to save her life.
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Through the Window.”
Go to the nearest window. Look out for a full minute. Write about what you saw.
Not the view from my window – Google
I looked through the largest window in my house, overlooking the narrow street where my building is located. I live in an apartment building in the middle of a crowded Cairo neighborhood, where there is almost no view. The building is surrounded by more building from every direction. Anyway from that particular window, I could see a thin line of trees in the middle of the street. I could also see the doormen from neighboring buildings, the frustrated residents in search of parking and the carefree youths swarming into the surrounding cafes. The view from my window is always noisy, active and ever-changing while never-changing.
She ran through the forest, alone, with nothing but a backpack. The backpack contained her life: the past, the present, the future all squeezed into that small bag. The path grew narrower as the trees grew thicker. But she continued to run faster and faster until her legs could barely support her any longer. Why was she running? She didn’t know. There was no one chasing her, no one threatening her yet she felt the need to escape. Her heart beat quickly; she breathed unevenly. She put her family and her friends behind her to embark on an insane, unpredictable journey to the unknown.
As the darkness began to scare her, she decided to rest and start again when the sun was up. She chose a tree to lie underneath and used her bag as a pillow. Curling her body into the fetal position, she tried to sleep. Ominous noises echoing across the forest made her task nearly impossible. Every time she tried to relax and allow herself to sleep, the distant sound of a hooting owl or the howl of a wolf would startle her. The grass below her was soft and comforting, the soft winds were cooling, but the fear overcame her senses. She couldn’t rest so long as it was inside of her. It was fear that forced her to run. She didn’t know which was more frightful, though, the forest, her former life or her indefinite future?
All she knew was this: she would be dead if she hadn’t left. Not dead in the literal sense, but figuratively speaking that was the path she was walking towards. As dangerous as her choice was it was exciting and essential. She couldn’t bear her life any longer; the monotony along with the extreme waves of change. One day she decided it was enough. The forest signified the end of the city. It separated the enclosed man-made structure from the wilderness; at least this was how she perceived it. She was born and raised in that city and not once had she ever been to the forest. But the day she decided to leave was when she learned she was destined to cross the woods and see for herself what was really on the other side.
The night crawled with unfriendly creatures; killer beasts and venomous beings. Where they hid or if they even existed where she slept? She had no idea. She prayed for the night to end quickly and safely. The sound of her heart in her ear felt like a ticking clock, every beat bringing her closer to sunrise. To say she slept that night would have been a lie. But at dawn she was wide awake, anxious and enthusiastic about the start of a new day. She walked slowly, trying desperately to let go of her fear. The terror residing in the night before was forgotten when the tender morning sun rays hit her face. Hours passed until she finally caught a glimpse of what lie on the other side of the once mysterious forest.
Glipho Photo Challenge #2
Full story available on Smashwords.