It is never too late to be what you might have been.
I woke up to another morning to water hammering on the windowsill and wanted to cry. It seems that five days of rain in a row is my limit. I had to go to the office that day. And I couldn't bear walking out of the doors. I craved sunshine. My sister casually mentioned that our dog has a toy sun...I wasn't the only one smiling in the office that day.
I know it is absurd. However I also refuse to believe that I am the only weirdo out there stealing their dogs' toys and bringing them to work.
Pushing things in front of me, ‘I will deal with it later.’ Tomorrow is a better day to begin this or that… I know I should do it now. I KNOW! Yet, I postpone it anyway. It is an informed and deliberate result of my thinking mind. Do I have a reasonable reason for the delays to my writing timetable? Nope. I just didn’t feel like it. That’s all it is. Motivation is low. To do anything. Stupid shutdown. You are allowed to go to nature. But walk your dog only up to 100 meters from your home. Stupid government.
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Try to write a post about ‘conscious decisions’ and ‘procrastination’ without using the letter ‘C’. Well done me.
Source: 365 Days of Writing Prompts, March 4
alphabet has 26 letters. write a post without using one of them.
can this be over soon please? i'm really fine i'm healthy i still have a job i am allowed to go out i have a dog that is my world and i don't like people anyway still, can this be over?
This word sounds like a mixture of a house name from Harry Potter, posh French wine, a seriously wrong fetish and even weirder adult film genre including the aforementioned fetish. It also sounds like a bad idea. Like making a conscious decision about making a risky decision that you know is a risky decision. I almost wrote a ‘bad’ decision but bad can be subjective. At least in my case. I’m being porpignalf about most things now. Including this. I’m writing what comes to my mind … I don’t censor myself and I don’t look back. It is a conscious act.
Yeah….’Flangiprop’ has already been done. It is even in the urban dictionary and to be honest, the ‘top definition‘ is actually rather good. So, I’m not messing with it.
Instead, I have flipped the word. Porpignalf.
As a bonus that has no relevance to anything, I had to look up how to spell ‘conscious’. It was super frustrating. I am getting stupid.
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Source: 365 Days of Writing Prompts, February 1
invent a definition for the word “flangiprop” and use the word in a post
Napoleon was terrified of cats
cats have OCD - licking and
licking and licking the same spot
spots and pots and kettles
are all the same and all are black
black versus white and right
against wrong
wrong turn on the road and you are lost
lost treasure, a mere
X on a map
a map to someone’s imagination and dreams
dreams and nightmares,
who knows what is real?
real feelings of heart - a strange place
place that
turns into a new world
world that turns and we don’t even notice
it spins
spins and turns (again!) - i’ve been here...
here and there and
back again
again and never, love hurts and tastes so good
good deed will
get punished and innocent will suffer for sinners.
sinners and saints
both walk the earth and the Earth spins
faster than ever.
A limited time offer before women take over the world.
‘Wake up, sir.’ - I almost said. My hand is close to his shoulder, almost touching. Why? Why should I wake him? No. This is my chance. I could sneak out, take some of his money even, his coat and his hat, his boots. No one would know. I would be long gone before the maid comes in to clean the room. I could make it all the way to Nevada. They don’t ask no questions there. No more of ‘yes, sir’, ‘right away, sir’, ‘of course, sir’. I could be a free man… ‘Wake up, sir. The coach is here.’
The first sentence is from ‘The Sandman: Preludes and Nocturnes’ by Neil Gaiman and I cheated….a bit. My first pick was ‘Neverwhere’ (also by Neil Gaiman) however I didn’t like that the first sentence included a name of a character.
Second choice was ‘The Book Thief ‘by Marcus Zusak but I felt that the first sentence was just too specific for this book.
My all time favourite book is actually ‘All Quiet on the Western Front’ by Erich Maria Remarque but I only read it in my native language. My ultimate goal is to read it in German….and by reading, I really mean by listening to it as I have pretty much moved to the audio books.
Anyway, Neil Gaiman is my favourite author and The Sandman is simply epic…plus it just was released as an audio book with James McAvoy, so I thought this would be justifiable.
Also, I know I am one day late again. No excuses this time. I was hella procrastinating.
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Source: 365 Days of Writing Prompts, January 5
First sentence from favourite book = first sentence of the post.
i’m speechless.
except for the obvious fact
that i’m still
talking.
My favourite combination of flavours is
sweet and salty.
Mixed popcorn
Salty pretzels in chocolate
Roasted salted caramelised nuts
Chocolate with sea salt
Pineapple on pizza
You get the idea.
My new obsession is
chocolate with salted roasted almonds.
No one has made it yet though.
But I think the world needs it.
Being a supporter of opposing flavours doesn’t
however mean I approve of all mixtures.
I’m especially biased against things that should be
sweet but someone decides to make them salty.
Like porridge.
Seriously, what the hell Scotland.
Love everything else about you.
But the oats are gross.
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Source: 365 Days of Writing Prompts, January 20
vanilla, chocolate, or something else entirely?
end of the road fortified walls doors shut be strong hands tied legs broken throat dry eyes blind be brave don’t weep laugh it off be alive.
