My disease is as rare as it is famous. Basically, I’m allergic to the world. I don’t leave my house, have not left my house in seventeen years. The only people I ever see are my mom and my nurse, Carla.
But then one day, a moving truck arrives next door. I look out my window, and I see him. He’s tall, lean and wearing all black—black T-shirt, black jeans, black sneakers, and a black knit cap that covers his hair completely. He catches me looking and stares at me. I stare right back. His name is Olly.
Maybe we can’t predict the future, but we can predict some things. For example, I am certainly going to fall in love with Olly. It’s almost certainly going to be a disaster.
I was able to read this book and yes, I think it is definitely unique and it is a stand out..
But you have no right to tell me “I’m not worthy.”
Yes, I am not sexy.
But I can confidently say, “I’m happy.”
Now, let me ask you.
“Are you as happy as me?”
In response to Blogging University’s WRITING 101 Day 17 Assignment:
Day 17: Mine your own material
Imagine a shopper searching for vintage items at a flea market, or an artist using recycled materials to build a sculpture. Can you dig through your online treasures and build upon old stories and existing writing? Here are more ideas:
Scroll through your Facebook wall and see if any posts catch your eye. Do you feel the same as when you first posted something? Can you comment on how you’ve evolved?
Note: This is the short story sequel of my top post Seasons. Please do read the first part, first. 🙂
Chilling shivers crawled in my veins when I saw my bloody self inside the wrecked car.
“So what am I now? Am I a soul now? Am I dead? Am I alive?”
I shouted but no voice left me.
The ambulance arrives. Several medical staffs try to retrieve my blood-soaked body.
This is nauseating but I urged myself to think.
I collected myself and prepared to run to get inside the ambulance.
But I stopped.
…as I felt a warm yet slightly cold hand touched my arms.
I am unsure if my heart is still alive but it surely beats fast when my skin recognized this hand.
This hand belongs to the man I was supposed to marry five years ago.
This hand belongs to the man I cried and yelled at when he was not able to see me on that fateful day of October.
I waited on our corner… but he did not come, because… he died.
But this hand… is definitely….
“No, no, no, no.”
“This is couldn’t be. This couldn’t be.”
But my senses say otherwise.
This is how his touch feels like.
And this is how he makes me feel.
I slowly turned around.
I cannot look up.
But I did.
My heart stopped.
In response to Blogging University’s WRITING 101 Day 16 Assignment:
Day 16: Search your stats for a post idea
Your stats page isn’t just a place to monitor your views and visitors, referrers and clicks, and a snapshot of your posting activity. You can find ideas for future posts, too. Click on the “Months” or “Years” tab on your stats page to see cross-sections of stats in different months.
Top Posts & Pages: What posts are perpetually popular? Can you write a follow-up to one of them?
I have written this post amid my super busy schedule! 🙂
Nothing beats the joy of getting acknowledgements from your co-bloggers. – rosemawrites
It is better late than never so let me say my heartfelt thanks to my lovely blogger-friends, Arpita of Scribbles@Arpita for giving me yet another heartwarming award, The Infinity Dreams Award.
Please do visit her lovely blog if you want read eye-opening essays and intriguing and entertaining fictions! Her wit is contagious, too!
So, here’s how this award works.
1.Thank and follow the blog that nominated you.
2.Tell us 11 facts about yourself.
3.Answer the questions that were set for you to answer.
4.Nominate 11 bloggers and set questions for them.
Here are Appy’s, that’s Arpita’s nickname and she allowed me to call her that, questions for me!
Tell me, in one sentence, what is your blog about?
A Reading Writer is a blog that talks about a life of a writer who reads and a reader who writes with music in-betweens!
Who is your best friend?
I actually have a lot of best friends but the bestest are my college buddies, Rica and Ericka.
Do you have pets?
I sadly have none. I had a pet rabbit before but I unintentionally killed her. 😦
If you could meet one person from any period in history (it may even be fictional), who would it be?
I really want to see Mitch Albom. His words have touched me in a very special way and it is really a dream to see or even talk to him. So, yes. That’s him.
What is the sweetest thing someone ever did for you?
Oh my. Really? Hmm. I’ve been in a relationship for five years now and yes he is sweet. He has done a lot of extravagant surprises like posting a huge ‘monthsary’ greeting in my college’s hallway with our picture on it! (I was actually ashamed when he did that.)
But I think the sweetest, for me, is during those times when he patiently waits for me for more than five hours, or I think even more. He did this during our college days and even until now. 🙂
Which were the best years of your life – childhood, youth or whichever age you’re now?
I think… my childhood is awesome. I had a happy childhood. I also has a blast when I was in high school. College’s a bit hard but I’ve got some bunch of great friends that made it more fun.
Now… I am enjoying every minute of my life as a writer and as a blogger. So I think… I am blessed to have those awesome years and I am more than ready for the best that is yet to come! 😀
Do you suffer from any kind of phobia?
Oh yes! I think it’s necrophobia. I am afraid of the dead. I mean dead body. Even animal’s dead body. My grand pop and grand mom have died but I was never able to look at them inside the coffin because I am really really afraid. I have never seen ANY dead body yet.
Can you spend the day without looking at the clock?
Yes. Especially when I am crouched in my bed reading a good book and sipping a warm bitter coffee while a Jason Mraz song is playing. 😀
Which is the cutest animal that you’ve ever seen for real?
That’s my pet. Mogu. She is just the cutest rabbit ever! 😦
Do wishes come true?
I am not sure. But I do believe that prayers come true. 🙂
The last but not the least, the classic one: Love is ……………
Haha! Really? Hmm.
Love is overrated and complicated but it’s a bliss, definitely!
My questions for you guys! (There are some cliches here. Forgive me. ~)
Describe yourself in ONE word.
How long have you been in the blogosphere?
What is the most rewarding part of blogging for you?
What is that one book that touched you in a very special way?
What’s your favorite song lyric? Why?
If you are an animal, what would you like to be and why?
What is that one embarrassing moment that you just want to keep? (Please share!)
If you are not you, then who would you like to be?
Where is that one place that you badly want to visit?
What’s the weirdest wish/hope that you have secretly said?
I am shaking inside as I slowly twisted the smooth metal door knob.
The smell of disinfectant welcomed me. My wrinkled skin quickly felt the cold and sterile atmosphere of the room.
I can hear nothing but the continuous ‘beep’ of the machine that I cannot really look at, yet.
I gaze around and took my time in perusing the benign prints painted with uplifting colors. No matter how many minutes I look at them, they remain ineffective.
I stared down at the almost-white and completely dustless floor.
My heart is racing. I don’t know if I am ready to take a few more step.
Inhale. Exhale. Deeply. Again.
As I went near, the smell changed. I know I am now near you because the sweet vanilla scent is now within my nose’s reach.
Oh, you smelled that way since I first saw you, 50 years ago.
I stopped at the edge of your bed.
Your mattress looks comfortable. But I know you still prefer to lay on the bed that we shared until that fateful day when your sick brain nerves snatched you from me.
I finally seat on the stainless stool beside you without looking up, yet.
Inhale. Exhale. Again.
I slowly raise by heavy head and finally see your face. You are not as young as before but your look will always be the loveliest in my eyes.
Age has never worn out your beauty, but those tubes somehow distracts me.
I stare at your face as my old hand search for yours.
I hold your always soft but now cold hand. I squeezed it with all my remaining strength wishing that your eyes will open when you feel my warmth.
I looked at you for a second, a minute, an hour. You never moved. You remained still.
I knew that the fiery red sun is now slowly sinking beneath the horizon as the orange and red streaks of light illuminate your lovely but emotionless face.
I kissed your hand and whispered ‘I love you’, for one last time.
I reached for the machine’s button.
The beeps stopped. The sun sets. My hope ends.
This is in response to Blogging University’s WRITING 101 Day 14 Assignment:
Day 14: Recreate a single day
You might sense by now that setting limits on your writing can be both liberating and productive. You’ve already experimented with word count and timed free-writes in previous assignments, so today let’s try something new: write a post that takes place during one single day.