Being defeated is often a temporary condition. Giving up is what makes it permanent.
– Marilyn vos Savant
The cat is snoring on my bed
I’ve finished my fourth beer
it’s two o’clock at night
and I should go to sleep.
The cat stirred and started snoring louder
the timer on the heater clicked off.
The rain hasn’t stopped for three days.
All I write is nonsense
I drink beer and
hope the sun will show his face.
I listen to cat’s snores.
That’s all I’ve got.
I’ve drunk too much beer.
On the opposite side of the road sits the cat. Again. Every morning I see her, dwelling next to that twisted senile tree. An ugly sinister animal concealed in too much of dirty brownish fur. I swear she is watching my every move. As if she’s trying to tell me something – as if she is waiting for me to…I don’t know – to wake up from some sort of dream that I don’t even know I’m dreaming. As if she wants me to open my eyes and see the world her way. There is this wild yellow light in her big round eyes that follow me like a CCTV camera. And the tree – what’s with the tree anyway? During bare winter or parching summer, the tree is always dressed in rough leaves – rough like a cat’s tongue. Anchored to the old derelict building that used to be a community centre back in the day. More holes than shingles, rotting metal staircase, walls showing their brick teeth. The building gives me the creeps. You can hear noise coming from there at night – screeching and cracking like old bones as if the remaining structure was sighing in pain.
I should just lock the door and ignore the cat. Turn the corner and forget her burning yellow eyes on my back. Or maybe I should just walk over and scare her away. It’s just a cat after all. Yes, I will do that. I will make her go away.
one can only teach a lesson
if there’s someone willing to learn it
new job and a bit of a job on a side darkness outside why is the winter early this year? needed to switch off hide behind a screen playing stupid games wasting time doing nothing
every bullet every shell every cartridge everything you fire my way, I collect. I dig them up from my flesh. I stitch my wounds. They are now my ammunition. one more spark and it explodes. You are surprised when it does. Suffragettes Feminists Women movements #MeToo I am proud to show my scars. Is this war? yes. But I can't stop fighting. You are the one still shooting.
Picking up one thing to un-invent is a surprisingly difficult act. Sure, there are stupid inventions and invention that have negative side effects. But is there something in existence that is truly evil? We are living in an age where everything has a good and a bad side, sometimes to the extreme. Global warming anyone? But do I want to un-invent the industrial revolution? Heck no. 'The road to hell is paved with good intentions.' The Bible got something right. It perfectly describes the state of this world. I would un-invent torturing devices of the medieval times.
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It is hard to think of undoing anything other than covid-19 at the moment, but I tried. Also, I’m quoting the Bible.
Source: 365 Days of Writing Prompts, February 21
what would you un-invent if you could? why, potential repercussions, and alternatives.
I guess the total craze of today's world finally caught up with me this week. I went on a bit of anger fuelled political rampage that is still burning strongly in my heart. I was feeling very vulnerable by the subtle abuse of human rights in the name of fighting Covid-19 in Slovakia, by the madness that is happening in Poland and Belarus, the total disregard of women's and LGBT+ rights and absolute laugh in the face of democracy. Not a good week... but there is always something worth smiling for. This is the silliest thing I am a part of. Yet, we are probably making a Guinness world record. As many of us, thanks to the pandemic, I have started spending a lot more time on internet and got quite hooked on YouTube. I find it hard to watch normal TV or Netflix most of the time as I struggle to find something that I would like to watch that wouldn't be too long. I have discovered lot of creators on YouTube during this past few months that I really enjoy watching, and I also became part of the communities around those creators. The most significant, or the community I am most involved in, is around one Joel Berghult who runs a music-centred channel RoomieOfficial. It all started on 1st September with Joel's tweet "Wheptember", followed by a "Whep", then "Whep 2", and "Whep 3"...we are on Whep 21,999 as of the moment of writing this post, waiting for Joel to do the thousand. We have created a Twitter chain with 22K whep messages. Yes, we are insane. We, a group of 50 odd people across all time zones and continents, have also created the most wholesome place on internet. It's a pick me up place where there's always someone to give you a virtual hug or wish you the best day. I don't care if it's silly. I love it.
everything is just easier with wine. no, I don't mean a glass of wine. I mean a bottle. At least I'm not lying to myself.
What? Ok, when I did a search of right-handed (a noun, as in right-handed person) in Google images, I did not expect to end up with a picture of fungi. Mind you, the book I grabbed was a dictionary so the word ‘right-handed’ wasn’t in English but in Slovak (pravák). The search however identified a Czech meaning of the word which is apparently a very common fungi Boletus reticulatus, mostly known as summer cep. This was educational. I mean as educational Wikipedia and Google can get. I don’t even remember how we looked for information before internet.
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Source: 365 Days of Writing Prompts, September 14
grab nearest book. open it randomly and go to the tenth word on the page. do a google image search of the word. write about what the image brings to mind.
