Thursday 2nd October 2014.
Writing 101: Serially Found Part 2
On day four, you wrote a post about losing something. Today, write about finding something.
Today’s twist: if you wrote day four’s post as the first in a series, use this one as the second installment — loosely defined.
Serially Lost 2
Day Out Two.
The day started out with all the smiles,
Mother calling us to help with picnic.
Dad saying long way to go many miles.
From this I thought about travel sick.
Barley sugar in mouth, to help it is said,
Travel slowly in traffic, crawling along.
Dad is now cursing, we hit every red,
Mum breaks the boredom by humming a song.
Fields and mountains now hurrying by,
Rivers and streams glistening in the sun.
Cows grazing under the pale blue sky,
Lambs jumping and chasing, having fun.
Cities and towns not seen from the motorway,
Cars whizzing past us, dad driving with care.
Mum and dad chatting having much to say.
Feeling ill, window open, couldn’t wait to get there.
Mum saying are you okay? you look very pale,
Dad said he will find somewhere to stop and rest.
Head out of window and me holding the hand rail
Dignity is definitely lost, feeling better at best.
In the services, toilets called out loud,
Hanging my head, noises, amplified sound.
Feeling better, head slightly bowed,
On the floor a ten pound note I found.
Gerry A/C .Oct 2014.©
Tuesday 23rd September 2014.
Today’s twist: write your post in the form of a dialogue. You can create a strong opposition between the two speakers — a lovers’ quarrel or a fierce political debate, for example. Or you could aim to highlight the difference in tone and style between the two different speakers — your call!
Give and Take and Enjoy.
Today I have posted one that I posted before so apologies to anyone who has read it before. On this challenge I try to do a different story but today I thought this was good and hope you do.
Gaa/C June 2014
“But dad, I don’t want to go, there are loads of others going, and I don’t want them to see me.” Annie was arguing once again with her dad.
“Annie, it is your last time, after that you wont see any of them again.”
“But you don’t see do you? going up on the stage is so yuk! everyone will laugh.”
“Annie you will not be the only one, all your year will doing it as well, so some of your friends will be there doing. You should be so proud of yourself, I am. I am very proud of you. And I’ll be there with your mum.” her father said quietly putting his point across.
“That is my point, all the adults watching.” Annie then sulked off into her bedroom. Her father thought it best if he left her alone for a moment. She was obviously scared about it, and he thought it was up to him to try and show her there was nothing to be scared of, but a moment to be very proud. This is her last moment to show her achievements and be very proud of them. Just to give her a few her father went and made two cups of tea and a salad sandwich.
Ten minutes had passed and he tapped her bedroom door and entered, handed her the tea and sandwich.
“Annie you know way back when I first started playing my guitar and I had the opportunity to play in front of an audience I chickened out. Like you, I was putting all sorts of excuses in the way, telling myself I was not any good, people would boo’ me off stage or just not like me. I went to the clubs and watch other people and kept saying I was as good as them but when the time came I could not do it.” Annie and her father sat quietly eating their sandwich.
“As you know Annie I did go on stage and played, and a few years later did it with bands and it proved to be the best thing I ever did.”
“What made you do it, I mean what changed your mind gave you confidence to do it?”
“One night I went along to a club to watch, my friend came along, he also played the guitar. On arrival he checked in to play, the people who run the club asked if I wanted to play. I said no, not today, however they tried to encourage me, not to worry how good I was as the club accepted and enjoyed all standards. But I still said no, but inside I really wanted to play. So when my friend was called for his turn ha played a couple of songs and then announced that he was inviting a guest and then called for me. At first I would not go, it was then the audience started slow clapping, I borrowed a guitar and played a couple of songs with him. It was the best experience I had ever felt and wanted more. The next time I played on my own and again I enjoyed the applause. I would not want you miss this experience and enjoy the moment.”
Annie finished her tea and sandwich and looked at her dad, “okay dad, as long as you and mum are there with me, for support I mean.” she said and hugged her dad. “Of course we will be there, for support of course.”
The following week Annie walked onto the stage and collected her school certificates, she passed on 12 subjects and stood smiling while she accepted the applause. The proudest moment for all the family.
Gaa/C© June 2014.
Monday 22nd September 2014.
Who’s the most interesting person (or people) you’ve met this year?
The Twist: Turn your post into a character study.
#6 A Writing of Fiction
The audience, of which I was part, sat in full awe and concentration of the man and his words. He had been talking for only about ten minutes but he had grasped the attention of the audience. I looked about the room and could see it was full which totalled approximately 300 people plus security, and even they looked engrossed and hypnotised.
I came here on the advice of my nurse from my surgery, she said this man was great at uplifting people, and giving truthful advice and help. And after all my recent problems I thought ‘why not?’ so here I am.
I had done a little research in the way of checking his history and watched a few videos. I felt really comfortable with this man, the words and the way he spoke them seemed very genuine to me. It also looks as though many other people feel the same. Today he had his audience listening with great admiration and respect. This tall and no doubt some ladies might say attractive, with nicely brushed back dark hair and well spoken standing on the stage, he would smile at times groan at others. Facial expressions were as important to him as his words. His kindness came across while talking, telling us all how to approach life, how to smile and be happy. How not to be unhappy or sad, giving scenarios and explaining what we should do if life goes astray. During his ninety minutes on stage plus breaks he covered the subjects of death, birth, marriages and divorce and the ups and downs of life and how to deal with traumas. He smiled and made everyone believe with just his persona. Pacing the stage back and forth and emphasising parts of his speech. Reacting to his audience, answering questions even inviting one of the audience on stage with him. His continuous smile warmed people to him, with his calming voice his audience was engrossed in his every word. At the end of his talk he did a signing of his book, and this told me all. While smiling and giving brief smiles while handing his book over I saw another side to this. My view of him suddenly changed, I walked out of the auditorium deflated suddenly seeing my experience for what it was. Commercial and emotional blackmail with only money in mind.
Sad isn’t it when people can and do look at things with sarcasm, I will go back to tell my nurse my true thoughts.
Gerry A/C Sept 2014©
Friday 19th September 2014.
You stumble upon a random letter on the path. You read it. It affects you deeply, and you wish it could be returned to the person to which it’s addressed. Write a story about this encounter.
Today’s twist: Approach this post in as few words as possible.
This particular challenge I am cheating a little. How I hear you say? Well the answer is, I did this 101 challenge back in June and now realise that all these challenges are a repeat of the June challenges. So far I have managed to do different ones to my last efforts. The three part story I done was called ‘The Magic Violin’ and I automatically thought of my mothers violin but decided to do another story, first was posted yesterday. But this letter challenge has confirmed a repeated challenge so far. At first I was going to post my little short one but decide to write another and this is below. Even shorter but not so good. Enjoy anyway. However I have include my first one if you are interested.
Write 101 Day 5
Leaving my neighbours house from six doors down, walking the path to the front gate, I pulled the gate open and as I walked through I noticed an envelope on the ground. A small white envelope, nothing unusual, just a plain envelope with a stamp and a name and address printed on the front. The letter looked a little tattered, edges frayed and a couple of corners open.
I turned it over and read delivery address, “Wow what are the odds on that?” I muttered to myself. The name and address was mine, and I noticed the postmark was two months old. Moving slowly towards home I tore it open with care, and like the address it was printed and had the name of a company I visited for a job interview. This letter was confirming my appointment and requested me to contact them on return to confirm start date.
Gerry A/C September 2014©
Letter 1 posted back in June.
Words – 288.
It was quiet as I walked the country lane, no vehicles on the road or in the fields. Not even the chirping of a bird was heard, the only sign of life was the bumble bee on the flower, hovering to each in turn. On this summer evening I could feel the warmth of the sun on my face.
It was when I came to the cross road I notice something on the ground, laying on the road in clear sight. I picked it up, an off colour cream envelope, inspection showed it was a rather old envelope, the post mark printed was faint unable to read the town or city name but I could make the year as 1917.
I read the name and address on the front, I could not believe what I was reading. Surely this is not true, what a coincidence, no it is more than a coincidence, it is fate or could it be good fortune. I opened it and read the words, one page handwriting on both sides. If I understood this letter it was not good news. I had to get it home and let my mother read it, it is what should be done the right thing to do.
Mother sat down after reading the letter twice, she opened the page again and read it for a third time. She became very emotional, tears rolled down her cheek, “This letter is from my dad telling my mum what to do if he does not come home. But he was expressing his undying love and thought for her. This was the last we ever heard from him. He was lost in combat.”
Gaa/C© June 2014
Friday 1st August 2014
If you got time I suggest listening to this easy going tune, done by very good musicians. Enjoy!
Enjoy Thank You
Gerry A/C 2014©
Saturday 28th June 2014.
http://cobbie69.wordpress.com/ For my 101 challenges a total of 20 short, very short stories.
Light and dark, tall and short, happy and sad — this week, share a shot that captures a contrast.
Wednesday 25th June 2014
Personality on a Page.
http://cobbie69.wordpress.com/ For all the original 101 Stories..
Gaa/C© June 2014
Water, water everywhere and I steer clear of it. Well not quite true, I just remain a safe distance from the liquid. While my friends, in the past, would arrange and go swimming whether it be swimming pools or the beach, I would always remain home, making my excuses. As it was swimming bored me, and sun bathing on the beach was and still is to me a complete and utter waste of time. Nothing is more boring than sitting on the beach trying to get skin cancer. But my fear is water and has been for as long as I can remember.
One hot summers day my mother packed a picnic and took us down to the river, this part of our local river was like a mini beach, pebble shingle and a variety of depths to paddle or swim. The water was clean fresh and cool, and was a very popular meeting place for local families and very safe for their children. The main advantage of this part of the river was that the parents always had their children in view.
I was about eight years of age, and playing happily in the water with friends and my brother. All was going well, laughing and enjoying the water, running in and of the water, stopping for a sandwich and a drink and back into the water. I was happy in the water until an accident happened and I think it was this that put me off water ever since. I fell and lost control and submerged, completely underwater, I then scrambled about in a panic. A friend nearby pulled me up out of the water and I went and sat on the river bank. Not really knowing or understanding what had happened, all I do know is, I never went near water again. Needless to say I have never learnt to swim, I did however make sure my daughter learnt to swim and she loves the water. She swims well, like a fish as the saying goes. Yeh right!
A little contradiction is I love boats and being on the water in boats, the small ones can be scary, but the bigger ones, like ferries and cruise liners and yachts I love and enjoy the sailing. Not sure what would happen if the boats hit a problem, how I would react, my calm and relaxed persona would possibly fly out the porthole.
For awhile I fitted cookers and heaters into boats of various sizes and getting to some were a little risky to say the least. To get to some of these yachts the supply of small rubber dinghy or inflatable crafts were used and these frightened the pants off me. Walking along beaches and coast lines is a hobby of mine enjoying the views and looking out to the sea, but I always remain a good distance.
I use to enjoy walking in the rain, that cool refreshing feeling was so invigorating. But swimming pools and coastal beach bathing is not for me, much else about water is okay.
Gaa/C June 25th 2014
Wednesday 30th April 2014
Just for you. Yes Including You.
Just wanting to brag again about my Campnano challenge which I managed to complete. I must admit I surprised myself with this project, by signing up to it but never expecting to fulfill it. No more to be said.
Casting ones mind into the world of fantasy.
Drifting on the wind, floating high.
Clouds engulf and wipe the dirt from your skin.
Droplets of rain then wash and cleanse the soul.
You slowly fall to the earth, and find yourself once again whole. ..
In the past few months I have had my eyes opened, opened to people’s dilemma’s and ailments and health issues. I posted a couple of posts about my hospital stay and what I went through, and received an overwhelming response of kindness. I am still astounded at people’s kindness, and how they continue to be upbeat and happy. However since my release from hospital and now trying to recover I have since read many other people’s blogs and posts about their issues, and am always surprised at the way the people manage to carry on with life. Some of their issues are very serious health problems some not quite so, but they are very meaningful and serious to them. I must admit to being ashamed by not commenting on their posts, mostly because I felt at a loss for words, because words never seem to be enough or right and me, well, I am never sure as to what to say. It is to everyone, past present and future I dedicate this little light-hearted poem. Also a beautiful song for you all.
The first line is the hardest to write,
So I’ve decided not to bother,
By leaving it out all together,
I can continue with the second.
Now I’ve come to verse number two,
I have no trouble at all to write,
The third line was easy to do,
And the fourth came just right.
Words for the third was hard to find,
Some came easy, while some were hard
But thinking for them, “ I don’t mind,”
It’s like finding that winning card.
Fourth is a verse that never goes right,
It’s the most difficult of all,
Sometimes I’ll sit up all the night,
All I hit is a bloody brick wall.
The fifth I find is a load of trash,
Because it’s the last, I let it go,
But at least I did give it a bash,
Why I wrote this , I don’t know.
Gaa/C May 2014©
Friday 14th March 2014
Another exclusive unearthed from the Daily Gerald reporter…Gaa/C 2014©
Changes/To write?…. The following report is purely a report.
Changes,, new developments and new mentality, Change it from yesterday to today, and tomorrow. What exactly constitutes to change. Changing ones underwear, changing ones clothes. Changing ones hairstyle or colour. The act of changing ones mind, yes I suppose these can all be accounted for as change.
Change – replace with another. As I have just had done to me.
Change – attitudes, these are and can be considered drastic, and hurting, or just bad, depending on what it is that has changed. Or how the person or persons changed. eg: when something is considered good and normal between, say, two people. Whether it be siblings, parents or even lovers. This happens when one of them decides to change their thoughts and attitude towards and an on going situation. Especially when the other is thinking that it need not have changed as such.
I have just become one of the many, especially Facebooker’s to use a quote of the day or just quotes. What the hell is all this about? Proving that one can research and find all these quotes on Google or any other search option. Purely their choice I know, but it seems to be so rife that it becomes boring. [Like me I suppose]. Easy it is to put a quote on a post or timeline, easier than writing our own words of wisdom, is it? oh! and it makes us all look good. How many of us actually believe or follow the actions of these words that some person has thought up and written for us to make ourselves look good. Sad when people result to this. But I have ‘Changed’ and also become sad, because, hey I am using a couple myself. I say words of wisdom, well are they? Do I actually heed or take in the words on these quotes, do you, it makes me wonder.
Lets take the first line – ‘no one falls in love by choice, it is by chance’ [maybe so, but we do have a choice. Do we not have control of our own emotions and mind.]
Second line – no one stays in love by choice, it is by work. [to me this is pathetic, love is natural and needs no work. relationships yes maybe]
Third line – no one falls out of love by chance. it is by choice. [ I will be nasty and say what a load of crap. I have never experienced falling out of love by choice.] It is usually forced on one by the opposite party.
How ever you might well disagree, but that is your choice and is respected. But what I have encountered partly for my myself but seen from the outside looking in, is the absolute rubbish people say just to verify their reasoning. You have changed, is a common one. Even exaggerate the situation. I can be and probably have been guilty of this as well, it just seems to be human nature. Words like this demean the real emotion of love, the power, the drug to be addicted to. So many ways to love, fall in love, experience love, in fact there are far too many to mention, THERE ARE NO RULES TO LOVE! are there? Yet someone writes a few lines and hey: we are all using them. [including me]
Change, can be made voluntarily, as much as unknown to us, changes gradually happen while we live, not knowing it is happening. We are told this is life. But is it and are we so readily to accept this, or should we question. I think it is often used as an excuse, not a reason. Health is a good reason for change, forced upon us, and we have to adapt and change to compensate the illness and its symptoms. That is another post, which will be written and edited shortly by Daily Gerald newspaper.