The best of 2015

More than the number of followers, more than the number of views, it is the words from my co-bloggers that encourage me the most. – rosemawrites

The first week of 2016 was over but my gratefulness for the past year has not ended yet.

Today, for my 50 Days of Gratefulness’ Day 35,36 and 37, let me make a simple thank you note for the five lovely ladies who have never ran out of kind words for me last year.

According to the awesome WordPress’ annual report, here are A Reading Writer’s top commenters!

(drumrolls…)

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Yes! Aren’t they are all lovely! 😀 If you have no idea who they are, let me tell you who are they and how they surely made my year extra-awesome! ❤

1. Jacqueline (but for me she’s Jacq), is the lovely ‘face behind acookingpotandtwistedtales. She “is a passionate Nigerian woman, a gregarious and an avid reader who loves writing and telling stories.”

Our roads crossed during the Writing 101 course last September. From then on, we have exchanged a great deal of chit-chats. From personal stories to writing tips, we have surely talked about that. 🙂

Her posts, both fictions and non-fictions are mostly empowering and inspiring. And her generosity is shining brightly through her blog.

I am really more than grateful to have known her! She’s truly a gem to have as a (virtual) friend.

2. Fun Simplicity (for me, she’s Fun!) is the lovely writer behind her newly ‘renovated’ lovely blog Simply Me. She has surely chosen that name and blog title with a purpose, and for me, that’s to shower optimism in blogosphere! ❤

Like Jacq, Fun has been a great supporter and encourager since Writing 101. I will never ever forget how she openly showed support for my first-ever short story Seasons. She was actually the reason why I have written the entire series! (Yes, Fun! I’ve said that to you, right? :D)

Her blog has a great collection of stories, anecdotes and random thoughts that I have always enjoyed. Our chats are always one of the things that made me blog more and more!

I am really more than thankful that I have her as a (virtual) friend! We have so much in common, even our childhood trinkets are the same, and she is always be my best buddy here in WP! ❤

3. Melinda (or simply Mel) is the enchanting poetess behind the blog in media res and the magical novel titled  Stars and Angels Sing: A Curse Breaker Novella. She is a project manager by day and a writer by night.

I first read her exquisite words during the Writing 201: Poetry course last year (I think it was October). I was quite shy and intimated, honestly, because I can truly sense how a great writer she was. But after another course together, we get along! I am somehow wrong to be intimidated by her but I am definitely right that she is a great scribbler!

If you’re in doubt, or curious, go check her blog and read those fascinating stories that will truly wake up your imagination. I am a self-proclaimed no-fan of magical fictions but her short story series surely tickled my brains!

A great writer as she is, it is quite endearing how humble she is during our simple conversations. So I am truly grateful that her presence is felt here in A Reading Writer.

4. Annie, (or my dear Annie) is a lovely woman born near the sea, raised in the hills and in love with the mountains, is the awesome lady behind What the Woman Wrote. Her life’s simple joys, her simple dreams and her simple goals are enough to conceive a lovely blog.

Like Fun and Jacq, it was the Writing 101 who became the bridge that connected the two of us. As both lovers of purple, yeah, and coffee (did I remember it right, Annie?), we have been blogger friends for quite a while now, exchanging thank you’s, your welcome’s and encouraging yet honest words, AS ALWAYS. ❤

Her poetic talent, her flawless short stories, her honest anecdotes will surely make you want to read what she wrote. She is one of those succinct writers, who defies length with substance. She writes with few words, but she can make them breathe life.

As always, I am grateful to have you on my back, Annie! 🙂 You are one of those lovely women that I always look forward to talking to! 🙂

5. Last but definitely not the least, is Ishma, the lovely lady whose pride of her Indian roots and her being a Muslimah and obsessed with travelling and reading. With her youthful mind, her self-titled blog Ishma Imroz can truly brighten up your day!

Ishma has been one of my Writing 101 classmates, too! And her youth and wit actually created that bond between us. I have been missing her for quite awhile now as she’s now busy at school. But when she’s around, she will surely make her presence felt.

A self-proclaimed poetess, she choose to create stories by poems. And with her age, it is quite amazing how she writes with depth and sometimes wit! 

She may not be around most of the time, but I am truly thankful for our little chitchats, and language tutorials, too! 😀

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©2015 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved.

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DAY 35, 36 and 37 of 50 Days of Gratefulness

Last Saturday, yesterday and today, I am grateful to have these five amazing ladies as my (virtual) blogger friends!

And to you, who was not able to make it to the Top 5, but has been consistently supporting me throughout my journey as a writer, a reader and a writer, thank you!

~

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Seconds by Sheridan Johnson: A Reblog

NOTE: Seconds was ORIGINALLY written by Sheridan Johnson and originally posted in her wonderful blog Journey with the Johnsons last December 09, 2015. All copyright belongs to her.

Close your eyes and imagine

how many seconds are in 24 hours.

How many seconds that you have,

each and every given day.

What if I told you that you have

exactly 86,400 seconds, in one day?

Would that somehow change your perspective?

Or make you somehow question yourself

as to why you have wasted so much of it?

So many of us are always wanting more time.

More time to spend with our loved ones,

more time to spend at the gym,

or just simply wanting more time

in the morning to get ready for work.

Now open your eyes.

If you could spend 86,400 seconds

doing whatever you wanted to do,

how would you spend it?


DAY 9 of 50 Days of Gratefulness

Today I am grateful for the wonderful responses for my ‘Seconds’ prompt for Writing 101’s Day 04.

I have read a lot of wonderful poems, kudos classmates, but this one’s my favorite.

It is because my main goal for the prompt is for me, for us, to realize how important seconds are. And I believe Sheridan conveyed it wonderfully and powerfully. 🙂

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Bullied

They say I’m fat,

oh, I don’t do weight’s math.

Yes, I don’t care!

They say my nose’s flat,

oh, and I have bulky butt!

Hell, I don’t care!

They say my face’s ugly,

oh, yes I’m not pretty.

Hell, I don’t care!

Reading these words,

of fake and fallacy,

I cried.

Yes, I do care.

©2015 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved.

Photo credit: Journey into the Spectrum


Day 6: Fallacy By @jdoublep

Unsound arguments. Failures of reason.

Today, let’s write poems that are wholly illogical.
Let’s see how miserably we can get reason to fail; both our reason and the reason that guides our readers.

P.S.

I am not sure if I got this one, right?

Would love to hear your thoughts, Jason.

Thanks!

~

Seasons: Epilogue

Note: This is the ‘not-planned’ fourth and last (promise) part of my short fiction series “Seasons”. Please do read the first, second and third parts for better reading experience. 🙂

This epilogue is also inspired by ‘Breathe Again’ a song by Sara Bareilles. You can listen to it here.

Warm wind’s blowing. Loud silence’s piercing. With blank mind and an about-to-burst heart, I remained still as I look at your grave.

Our story ended, more than five years ago. On that fateful autumn, when I waited for you. But you never waited for me.

I admit. I am in denial, for five years. I never visited that bench, I never stepped my feet on that park, not until…

I almost died.

And you came to fetch me, or my soul, or whatever I am on that moment.

I almost said yes. Yes, I want to die then and there with you. I want to be with you. I want to feel your lips again. I want to badly feel your love again.

With broken ribs, fractured arm, and almost cracked skull, who would know I will not die?

It’s a miracle, some says. But for me, my miracle happened six months after I was back to life.

It happened when I cannot move. It happened when I can’t even eat. It happened when I can’t even do anything. It happened when I realized that this is how it feels to die.

It happened when I realized that I want to live again.

Live as in live, not live like a breathing zombie that I was for so many years.

I still… miss you… my love.

I still… want to… be with you.

But I guess…

it’s now time…

for me…

to breathe,

again.

©2015 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved.

Photo credit: Unsplash


 

DAY 7 of 50 Days of Gratefulness

Today I am grateful for the entire Blogging University’s WRITING 101 team especially Cheri and Ben.

Like what I have said before, A Reading Writer has been a way better blog since I joined Writing 101 and Writing 201. My creative juices are now free flowing because of the prompts that you have shared to me and the rest of my classmates. 🙂

So thank you!

P.S.

Tagging some of my awesome classmates turned friends who might love to read this:

Of course your first, Fun Simplicity. 😀 Then my dear Annie, Jacq, Arpita, Book Lover Circumspect, Arianna, Nadine and Kathy.

~

 

Free Flow

Creative juices

flowing

outpouring

unceasing

unyielding.

I want to ask

how

why

what

when and

where.

But I stop.

‘Cause I

don’t

even

care.

So,

go flow

go show

don’t slow.

——

©2015 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved.

Photo credit: Superb Wallpapers


Day 5: Freedom by Impossiblebebong

Freedom is a fundamental need. It is so powerful that nations go to war for it. People engage in both despicable and heroic deeds to gain it. In the name of freedom we suffer, make sacrifices, and attempt to perform miracles. For freedom we are willing to lose everything and risk our lives, since no life really is one without freedom.

What freedom means is open to interpretation, which is why it’s been a recurring subject in art. In today’s poem, share your take on freedom. While you’re at it, be fearless with your thoughts. Don’t hold back. Unleash your emotions and be honest with yourself. Uncensored writing coming from the heart often produces the most amazing read.

P.S.

Thank you for a thought provoking prompt, @impossiblebebong.

Knowing you in W101 course has been a delight!

~

Hidden Seconds

Sitting still

in a steel stool,

she begs, weeps

for one more second.

Endearing,

exquisite enchanter,

ends first cry on

her life’s first second.

Captured candid

cheesy charade,

changed by sudden

death in a second.

Old oak observes

ordeals, orbits of

earth’s occupants’

every second’s beat.

Nervous nerves

never needed,

not in a stage

she owns for one second.

Dream desired

delivers disappointment

deserves encouragement

for just one more second.

Sorry, seconds could

not be stolen, saved so

snag, snap, smack

sing, spin, swing,

stay…

every single second.

©2015 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved.

Photo credit: Magic4walls


In response to Writing 101:

Day 4: Seconds by @rosemawrites 

(Yep that’s me! :D)

A new life sees the world for the first time. Simultaneously, another life takes its final breath.

A passenger that was supposed to board a plane was one second late. Hours later, the plane went missing, the passenger saved.

Unimportant as it may seem, a split second can change our lives in ways we can never imagine. So today, write about the basic unit of time, seconds. Reflect on those few seconds when a loved one was in a life-and-death situation. Relive the few seconds when you held your eldest child for the first time. Recount those seconds when you were waiting for big news that was about to change your life.

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Falling: Writing 101, Day 3

I-Was-Falling-High

slowly drifting

silently sinking

gradually calming

million cells shouting

welcoming blackness

embracing blankness

letting mind rest

leaving world’s mess

©2015 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved.

Photo credit: Link


In response to Writing 101:

Day 3: Sleep by Rohit Pandey

Sleep: a world where our thoughts rule.

A place where reality is overshadowed by dreams.

A time when we transport our soul from the real world to the virtual.

For some, the hours we spend asleep, alone and in peace, are the best of the entire day; for others, whether haunted by nightmares or unable to fall asleep in the first place, not so much.

It’s time to think deeply about sleep. Dive into the pool of night and let whatever it is you find there take poetic form.

P.S.

Hey @rohitofficial!

This prompt calmed me! Yay!

Thank you!

~

Reflected Answer: Writing 101, Day 2

Photography Wallpaper New Collection

Have I made the right decision

to quit my former job?

When articles, tasks, welcomed me like a mob.

Have I made the right choice

to become a writer?

When my brain cells sometimes falter?

Have I made the right turn

to pursue my dreams?

When the reality is not always what it seems.

Seeing myself against

the black desktop screen

With eyes and brain all tensed

but a heart full of preen.

Yes, I guess,

the answer is seen.

©2015 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved.

Photo credit: Rayuna


In response to Writing 101:

Day 2: Reflections by @mkucsera

On water, in puddles, in glass, in mirrors – reflections can clarify, blur reality, or fracture it altogether. They can serve up surreal images or a perspective that’s unexpected. Whether it’s street light-reflected raindrops or the sky distorted in a half-melted patch of ice, reflections are nature’s funhouse mirrors.

Reflections are not limited to non-living objects. Our bodies reflect our internal health and our clothes reflect our lifestyle. We also reflect internally upon our world, our physical state, or on ideas bouncing around inside our skulls.

Clear or distorted, in your poem today tell us something about the reflections you see — in the world or in yourself.

P.S.

Hey, Mel! Thank you so much for a very thought provoking prompt, 🙂

You made me reflect about the biggest decision that I made this year, and you made me realize that I, indeed, made the right decision.

Thank you!

~

Classic Magic: Writing 101, Day 1

When your happy

with a job that isn’t worthy

It’s magic.

When your content

with a life without your consent

It’s magic.

When you wake up

and each morning’s a triumph

It’s magic.

When you love

and you’re loved back

It’s magic.

Yes, I guess,

every day’s a magic,

of the greatest magician, that’s classic.

©2015 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved.

Photo credit: Bargain Moose


In response to Writing 101:

Day 1: Magic by @laduchessederat

It’s the end of the year. Nature is already entering its revolution phase: hibernation in the Northern Hemisphere, burning heat in the Southern. It’s the magic of life. Like Mother Nature, you too can give your life a new beginning. What magic have you accomplished in the past year? Be it small or grand, it’s worth celebrating in a poem!

P.S.

This is a great opener, Laduchessederat!

I hope I give your awesome prompt justice! ❤

Beautiful – Writing 101 #13 by Melinda Kucsera: A Reblog

Sunset (c) in medias res by Melinda Kucsera

NOTE: Beautiful – Writing 101 #13 was ORIGINALLY written by MELINDA KUCSERA and originally posted in her blog In Media Res last November 17, 2015. All copyright belongs to her.

Beautiful

You’re beautiful; yes you reading these words.
No matter your race or creed or color,
or whether you bend your gender, these words
are meant for you. For I see your splendor,
reaching out bright hands towards the whole world.
It stuns me that so much beauty contains
all that you are without overflowing.
Young, old or in between, these words pertain
to you and me and all the world flowing
by can’t deny the beauty of your soul.
Not when its shining like a second sun.
To you I extend my hand, through the whole
world let me walk with you and share your sun.
Our journey’s just begun my friend, your words
sparkle in your eyes, they’re secrets untold…

 

~ ~ ~

 

You hold my hand and we walk into dreams
your heart spun, whispering words that weave realms
of fantasy to revel in it seams.
If monsters threaten, don’t you fear, my helm,
my sword and shield stand ready to defend.
You lead and I follow, skipping lightly
down the path to the unknown, let me mend
all that keeps your light from shining brightly
when you’re in the  real world. Don’t shut away
your light; what permeates let radiate
out to the world. Don’t you dim it, okay?
For all the world needs you to innovate.
I squeeze  your hand; the dream turns to waking.
You’re beautiful, though your head’s still shaking…

 

~ ~ ~

Dedicated to all of you.

 


I joined Writing 101 for the second time this month and sadly, I was not as active as I was during my first stint.

Nonetheless, I was still able to meet awesome writers that write pieces I completely adore.

One of the best, for me, is Melinda. I admire her gift with words and her commendable skills in poetry. But most importantly, she writes with her heart.

For me, Beautiful – Writing 101 #13 is the best proof for that.

🙂


In response to Writing 101:

Day 19: Feature a guest

Today is the day to publish your collaboration post! Ideally, you reached out to a candidate and gathered what you needed. Today, publish this post, and don’t forget to link back to your collaborator’s site.