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This is what I did for today’s daily prompt: And then I read the prompt the whole way through.
Those I Adore
The daily prompt isn’t something that I do very often, but the prompt today was a really sweet one so I thought I’d use it to go back to an old challenge I’ve haven’t looked at in a couple of months. A Word For Each Year You’ve Had! Set by the wonderful Eccentric Chai of course. Miss Jad Walters I choose Lugia! Common room costumes and sports day cartoons. Sixth form artist, do you remember Wonder Woman with shotgun. Miss Connie Morgan Hear Scotland roar. Six nations? What six nations? 2012 never took place. Talk about something else, perhaps the past. Mr Darren Seymour Chef, cook, filmmaker now? At least your constant in location. What would I do without you just down the road?
Upon The Fingers Of One Hand
You can count them on one hand, those ones that mean the most care the most put up with the most. You can gather acquaintance like confetti, but there are always gaps between fingers where people fall through and when the wind sweeps by it will leave you with empty palms. Those ones who cling on, who can be counted on one hand are the ones who’ll scale mountains, dig beneath oceans, trek over desert and parachute in over enemy territory. All for the sake of standing in the background to push you forwards, when the spotlight seems too bright.
Music In The Toes
“My feet know more about music then you do!” he boasted one day at lunch. “My feet know good music when they hear it. They have taste!” Sharma, who had know Majik for thirteen years, ignored her best friend and continued chewing her sandwich. “They tingle!” Majik said. “When the music is good I get this tingle in my toes that tells me the music is good!” Sharma swallowed and took another bite. Majik was always talking about tingly toes. Personally, she thought there was a good chance it was just athlete’s foot or some other skin condition that had gone untreated for too long. “I could be a music agent.” said Majik. “I’d never pick a bad band because I would always be able to tell who was really good.” Brushing off her hands, Sharma swallowed the last of her sandwich. “You liked Milli Vanilli.” she reminded him. For VisDare 25: Precarious It sort of fits.
If Looks Could Kill
Poetry is supposedly akin to song-writing. If I’m honest, that idea is a complete crock. Ask me to write a poem and I’ll be able to bury you under sheets of random scribbles, limericks, sonnets, haikus! You ask for it, I’ll write it. I have never been able to write a song, at least not successfully, or to any sort of standard. One of my new flatmates however, is exceptionally brilliant at song-writing. Food and entertainment all in one, (since she is also the best cook out of the lot of us). So you can all see how utterly wonderful she is, I have decided I should share the link to her most recent YouTube video, containing the song she wrote, and plays regularly when we’re sat up in the kitchen. I will say now, I’m bias, I love the song! To me it is the greatest thing since sliced bread, or perhaps since bread itself! But you can decide that for yourself when you go and check out her channel. Without any further ado, …
10 ways to break your uni leasing agreement. (Well, almost)
Switching onto Facebook this morning, I was reminded once again, that in less than a week I will be leaving home for a university dorm room. Yesterday my feeds were filled with friends, all leaving earlier than me, and boasting about leaving their home towns behind for greener Pasteur. This morning it is my article feeds that have thrown up the impending, life altering change that is charging towards me. ‘Ten tips on how to make your dorms feel more homely’. I’ve paraphrased but never mind. This was the article trending on my news feeds when I logged into Facebook, but an image of a bedroom at least twice the size of any dorm room that I’ve ever seen, running next to it. Some of the tips that it’s lists are quite cool. For example, you can use the fluid in glow sticks to create brilliant bedside lights. Just crack them open and pour the fluid into a jar of water, hey presto, a not quite lava lamp. Just watch out, the stuff in glow …
A Best Friend’s Mess
“Here.” I said, throwing the dustpan and brush in my friend’s general direction. She caught them with a stunned expression, holding them away from her as if they had somehow turned into a poisonous snake that was threatening to bite her. “What am I supposed to do with these?” she asked, looking at me with that face. Clearly she thought I’d lost it again. I say again, I don’t mean to sound like I ‘lose it’ often! I’m just a little eccentric, not insane, just eccentric. However, my personality is a completely different explanation for a completely different story and not one I will ever take the time to go into. So back to the dustpan and brush. “What am I supposed to do with these?” she asked, looking at me with that face. “You use there to sweep up mess.” I told her, drawing out my words and painting on a smile. Sulkily she mouthed the words back at me while bobbing her head from side to side. “I know their purpose.” she scowled. …
Exhibitions, Readings and Wrong Turns
(Image Source: http://www.virtual-shropshire.co.uk/archives/curiosities~print.shtml) Last Saturday Shrewsbury Museum and Art Gallery opened an exhibition called ‘Impressions’, running from the Saturday 5th May to Sunday 3rd June at Rowley’s House. The exhibition is designed to celebrate the art of writing On the eve of the opening there was a (mini) grand opening where all the writers who could attend were invited to read our their pieces to all the other contributors and explain why they chose the subjects for their works. Sounds simple right? Well apparently it’s not. I had originally intended to take one of my best friends and her boyfriend as my guest, thinking that it would cheer her up since she has been a little down recently. However, that day she called me to tell me she was ill and couldn’t make it, so I tried one of the other best friends and invited her and her boyfriend. (My two old best friends have both apparently become surgically attached to their partners.) The plan was that I’d drive the best friend and boyfriend …
Drowning in a Drought
Even I’m starting to think that perhaps the country has gone a little doolally in the recent months. For those of you who are up to date on the English weather you will know that England is currently considered to be in a drought. For those of you who couldn’t give a toss about the English weather, you should, it’s a fantastic topic of conversation. Constant opportunities for a good gripe or moan, no matter what it’s like outside the window. My shoes are still drying on the radiator from the walk from my sixth form to my car this afternoon! Areas of Britain are actually under hosepipe bans, and I’m squelching my way down the streets of Newport with an umbrella that recently gave in to the perils of wind! (It broke.) At present I’m spending an annoyingly large amount of my time resembling a drown rat, and this is not a look that I wake up and think, hum… I quite fancy looking like that this morning. Where I go to school is …
