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.

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.

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

‘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.

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?

Muddy trainers and slippery paths in the woods
Reminds me of one of the first runs I did in Orpington
No shortage of wet days, no scorching heat back then.

Home, we don’t get enough summer rain for the mud 
      to stick
Storm overnight, almost dry in the morning
…my trail shoes are sleeping in the shoe rack.

But with September, autumn is coming slowly
I can’t wait to be alone among trees 
enveloped in the smell of wet leaves.

Nothing gives me more energy than being in the 
      forest
place where the time has stopped.

Place hiding ancient magic. 

……….

I am a day late…whoopsie. I thought I had something prepared and scheduled but I didn’t.

………….

Source: 365 Days of Writing Prompts, January 18

First words that come to your mind when we say: home, soil, rain.

With a great sadness I have to face this camera with a hope that the internet connection will not  give up on us during these trying times. 

James was a great man, loving husband, father, grandfather….SHIT…so sorry…wrong…Apologies…not sure what has happened, I must have mixed up my notes. Let me see. Sorry, just a second…ehm…here we go. 

Today we are saying goodbye to Lili who had been a wonderful and loving cat…SHIT SHIT SHIT….not again. Really sorry about this…can you hear me? Can you…I think the internet is br….

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Source: 365 Days of Writing Prompts, January 25

write your own eulogy.

I have actually written a eulogy before. You can check it here: Fog

I wanted to pick ‘A’.
Instinct drew me to the letter. 
Incredibly difficult to be stuck with 'I’ now.
Initial thought -
I could start every sentence with myself.
Inadequate as ideas go of course. 


Ideal results:
- identifying words that would make sense,
- intentional content expressing wholesome ideas,
- images conveying individuality,
- …i…,
- …item not found. 


Invasion of doubt is beating my mind. 
Irritation assaulted my body.
Impulsively I defend my sanity.


Implying, I can’t do something?
Impossible. 
Inspection of the dictionary has commenced. 
Immortal source of language and ehm…words?
Information database readily available to everyone.
Issue with this? Heck, no. 

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Source: 365 Days of Writing Prompts, October 1

pick any letter. write something where every line starts with that letter.

Yep, this one also feels like A to Z challenge….what is wrong with me???