“Oops,”
She tripped. He helped.
Disaster.
This 6 word story is for the this week’s Weekly Writing Challenge – Flash Fiction
Here’s something I saw in the comments section of this challenge page. And I couldn’t get it out of my mind.
“It’s different when the blood’s yours.” – Well said Lara!
Codes are strange. Even though I can’t code, most of my friends are coders who laugh at the thought that codes are complex. For them, coding is passion. For me though, passion is writing.
They’re all letters, anyway.
This photo is for the Daily Post – Photo Challenge.
April is National Poetry Month. And although I didn’t publish a single poem of my own, this is the time to celebrate poetry.
It’s kind of funny how this poem, first published in 1798, is relevant still.
Day after day, day after day,
We stuck, nor breath nor motion;
As idle as a painted ship
Upon a painted ocean.
Water, water, every where,
And all the boards did shrink;
Water, water, every where,
Nor any drop to drink.
This has become the state of our world now. We have water — too much of it — but it won’t quench our thirst. Blame it on global warming, or air conditioners or even the UV rays.Whatever it is, it’s melting snow, and all we have left is water. And it’s useless.
Water, water, every where,
Nor any drop to drink.
Why am I posting this?
Enjoyed this poem and thought you should too.
You’re welcome.
Last year, same date, I shared a poem, by the bearded Bard himself. It’s his 450th birthday today, and everywhere, people are surely celebrating him on their blogs and other social media.
One of Shakespeare’s greatest and my favourite play, is Macbeth. I don’t really know why, but, I know I like tragedies. And Macbeth is one of the biggest tragedies. Here, is the infamous scene of Macbeth, also the major twist in the plot.
Enjoy.
Act 1 Scene 3
MACBETH:
So foul and fair a day I have not seen.
BANQUO :
How far is’t call’d to Forres? What are these
So wither’d and so wild in their attire,
That look not like the inhabitants o’ the earth,
And yet are on’t? Live you? or are you aught
That man may question? You seem to understand me,
By each at once her chappy finger laying
Upon her skinny lips: you should be women,
And yet your beards forbid me to interpret
That you are so.
MACBETH:
Speak, if you can: what are you?
First Witch:
All hail, Macbeth! hail to thee, thane of Glamis!
Second Witch:
All hail, Macbeth, hail to thee, thane of Cawdor!
Third Witch:
All hail, Macbeth, thou shalt be king hereafter!
BANQUO:
Good sir, why do you start; and seem to fear
Things that do sound so fair? I’ the name of truth,
Are ye fantastical, or that indeed
Which outwardly ye show? My noble partner
You greet with present grace and great prediction
Of noble having and of royal hope,
That he seems rapt withal: to me you speak not.
If you can look into the seeds of time,
And say which grain will grow and which will not,
Speak then to me, who neither beg nor fear
Your favours nor your hate.
First Witch:
Hail!
Second Witch:
Hail!
Third Witch:
Hail!
First Witch:
Lesser than Macbeth, and greater.
Second Witch:
Not so happy, yet much happier.
Third Witch:
Thou shalt get kings, though thou be none:
So all hail, Macbeth and Banquo!
First Witch:
Banquo and Macbeth, all hail!
MACBETH:
Stay, you imperfect speakers, tell me more:
By Sinel’s death I know I am thane of Glamis;
But how of Cawdor? the thane of Cawdor lives,
A prosperous gentleman; and to be king
Stands not within the prospect of belief,
No more than to be Cawdor. Say from whence
You owe this strange intelligence? or why
Upon this blasted heath you stop our way
With such prophetic greeting? Speak, I charge you.
-Witches vanish-
Want more? Read the full play here.
I’ve begun making fancy bead jewelry again.
It’s been long since I had given up on the art of making do-it-yourself jewelry. It all began with a class in school, where we were asked to get creative with thread and beads.
I came up with stuff I never knew I could do. With the help of the internet and other fancy stuff we see on television, I learnt to create patterns on my own to make bracelets, chains and ear rings.
One thing led to another. And soon, I was sitting up all night making bracelets, even though I never had the interest to wear them.
The suddenly, it all changed when a “friend” asked me to do a bracelet for her, and then displayed it as if she had made it. That was the end of it all. The friendship, and my interest in putting beads together.
You can call it childish , because I was young. Thirteen, if I’m not wrong. And at that age, you get offended for things like that. (Honestly, I’ll get offended for something like, no matter how old I am.)
Now though, it’s all back.
The Chaos Within 