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.


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

‘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.


Source: 365 Days of Writing Prompts, January 5

First sentence from favourite book = first sentence of the post.

32 flavours

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. 


Source: 365 Days of Writing Prompts, January 20

vanilla, chocolate, or something else entirely?

Twenty-five (B)

So I have decided to make this a series
I guess I really can’t resist calling of this wonderful
orderly continuity of letters.

Each and single one of them a seductive siren 
singing to me, luring me into creative rocky shores 
to a prison of empty pages. 

Power and imagination, dedication and energy
all given to the only task, to only thing that matters
to play with words and language. 

Time is of no meaning. 

Words are the most powerful weapons. 
How we use them shapes the world. 
Keep them ready and sharpened. 
They are the only defence we need. 


Source: 365 Days of Writing Prompts, March 4

alphabet has 26 letters. write a post without using one of them.

Muddy trainers

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 
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.

Dearly departed

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….


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

Fearful symmetry

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?
Inspection of the dictionary has commenced. 
Immortal source of language and ehm…words?
Information database readily available to everyone.
Issue with this? Heck, no. 


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???

I got skills

I'm good at getting interested in learning skills.
I’m sure that classifies as a skill in its own right. 
As a child, I never had the opportunity to find 
out what I really like.

But there’s only 100 words so I’m not wasting them 
to analyse why that is.

The skill I have always wanted to master, and one 
that I secretly still want to 
is singing.

I don’t really like my voice. 
I am on the deeper end of the spectrum for ladies 
and I don’t think my speech is very melodic. 

Yet, there might be something to it. 


Source: 365 Days of Writing Prompts, January 22

If you could choose to be a master of any skill, which skill would you pick?

Ok, I can’t leave it just like this. I really really really want to learn to sing. (Yes, the three reallys are necessary.) It’s not even about the singing…it’s more about finding and commanding my voice. The commanding part is actually crucial. I remember how terribly shy I was at school and how terrifying it was to sing in front of the whole class. Something I have managed, in some extend, to overcome (not the singing obviously, the shyness. Why do I feel like I’m over-explaining?).

As I mentioned, I don’t like my voice very much but I think it does have power and this power should be explored. Problem is, this is not something I can actually do on my own. I mean there are online courses and apps and whatnots. But. What I really need is an affirmation of a real person, that maybe, there is a tiny bit of a chance that I could learn to sing to an extend where I’m not ashamed to use my vocal cords.

Which is fine. I need a singing teacher/ vocal coach person. This is the part where I miss not living in London anymore. I would not want to live or work in London again. That is not what I’m saying. I still love London. And I miss it. But I don’t want to go back. I do, but just to visit. It’s August and I haven’t been this year yet…stupid virus. The point, let’s get to the point….everything is easy in London. You want to try something, you have at least ten different options to choose from. In Slovakia (where I’m now), you’ll be lucky to find one. Exploring various skills in your adulthood is not a very strong trend here. Of course, there are singing courses…for children. I feel so old it this country.

Twenty-five (A)

Forever is the longest time
No beginning 
No middle 
No end
Yet we promise ourselves to this eternity
We promise to hold our love in our souls for ever

Never feels much like forever
Perfect opposites 

Never is non existent 
No thought
No opportunity
No life
Yet we think we could keep our minds locked 
We think hiding our emotions is showing strength

Forever loves never
Never loves forever
Words with no sense  

World is full of middle ground
Mix blue with white or green with yellow
Every colour in the universe 

Just pick something else
Enough of the extremes


Source: 365 Days of Writing Prompts, March 4

alphabet has 26 letters. write a post without using one of them.

This was fun. I skipped “A”. And for some reason this feels like a twist on the A to Z challenge. Maybe a future series?

Look what I became

People following their dreams and ambitions. Yes, it is frustrating if you have a whole battle plan figured out and stick to it, yet the desired end is nowhere to be seen. But. Isn’t it worse to have all these dreams and do nothing to achieve them?

That’s me…incapacitated by inaction. It feels too overwhelming and scary to pursue them. What if it doesn’t work out? I hate having this fear of failure. This constant nagging of the logical part of my brain thinking only of paying the bills and mortgage forcing the creative part into submission. It is debilitating.

I guess I am not in a very positive bubble at the moment because I am taking this personally… Well, that is not entirely true, I just feel a bit tired. To be honest, I don’t really want to go down the rabbit hole of self-doubt and feeling sorry for myself. I could, but what is that good for?

Sure, everyone has dreams and ambitions and plans and stuff. And it is frustrating if things don’t go according to plans. Especially if you have a whole battle plan figured out and you tick the boxes one by one and the desired end is nowhere to be seen.


Source: 365 Days of Writing Prompts

3rd line of the song you’re listening to at the moment, 15 minutes of writing.

The song is Livin’ for That by Lil Pitchy

The above is the updated version to fit the format of 100 words. Below is the raw version in line (mostly) with the rules of the prompt.

It is not the worst thing though. Isn’t it worse to have all these dreams and do nothing to achieve them? And feel sorry for yourself? Even sadder is if one gives up on all dreams.

I’m sort of in the passive group of sad people who have dreams but for some reason are incapacitated by inaction…I am trying to get over that. Sometimes it just feels too overwhelming and scary to pursue something, and let’s be real, (also I’ve just realized that I forgot to start the timer…but I think I’ve been writing for about 10 minutes, so I’ll just do the timer for another 5. I’m failing at the simplest tasks…) you have to be willing to dedicate your time and energy to your dreams and take the big jump into a scary place. It may not work. It may be a complete disaster.  I hate having this fear of failure. This constant nagging of the logical part of brain that thinks only of paying the bills and mortgage and forces the creative part into submission. It is debilitating. I think I just went down the rabbit hole…