Word-High July: Paraluman

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Paraluman

The cerulean skies,
and the inviting seas,
the elegant sunsets
and sunrise’s scenes,
kept my pen and paper
blank and barren.

Until I saw you.

©2016 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer

Photo credit: BuzzFeed, Unsplash


In response to Word-High July: 30 Beautiful Filipino Words: Day 18 –Paraluman.

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I Remember

I remember how the wind comb your long black hair as we climb our favourite hill. I remember how your eyes brighten up as I give you wild flowers— your happy pills.

I remember our favourite tree. It stood firm and proud. While our young love’s too mute to be loud. I remember our spot. I’d lean my back against the wooden bark. You’d lay your head on my soft lap. You’d look up and seek my eyes. I’d stare back and realize— words aren’t needed, our singing eyes are enough.

I remember them all while you forgot them all.

Word count: 100

©2016 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved.

Photo credit: Sunday Photo Fiction


In response to Sunday Photo Fiction for June 05, 2016.

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Sunday Photo Fiction is a weekly writing challenge hosted by Alastair Forbes where a photo is used as a prompt for a piece of fiction using around 200 words. The piece doesn’t have to center around exactly what the photo is, it can be just used as a basis for a story.

Enjoy more awesome stories here:

Locked

Locked: A Romancillo*

I am steadily locked
no powers can break me,
even heroes will fail,
Mr. Right has the key.

©2016 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved.

Photo credit: Unsplash


In response to May Book Prompts –  by Sarah Doughty and MahWrites.

Today’s prompt is Let the Right One In by John Ajvide Lindqvist.
Let the Right One In

The Romancillo* is a short line version of the Romance.

The Romancillo is:

  • a narrative, it tells a story.
  • stanzaic, written in even number line which could be quatrains, sixains, etc.
  • syllabic, all lines are written in 5 or 6 syllables each.
  • rhymed, only assonant rhyme is used, xaxa xbxb xcxc etc., x being unrhymed.

New Girl

She’s the apple-of-the-eye of all the third graders, but not in a well-meant way. She is the newest kid with chubby cheeks and curly ginger hair. She’s deemed mysterious, actually, mischievous.

She lives in an old slaughterhouse found in the almost-abandoned area of our town. She allegedly lives with her grumpy evil-like grandpa. Some say they are witches or murderers– whatever horrible.

I don’t think she’s a witch, though she looks messy most of the time. But yes, their house and their lawn looked unsafe, unfriendly.

So why on earth am I walking towards their creepy boxed home holding three pieces of white daisies from my mom’s garden?

It’s because of her eyes. Oh, her eyes.

My heartbeat races, my knees felt like melting as I inch towards their not-so-well painted door. I just want to play with her. That’s all. That’s all.

I was stoned stunned as the door creaked slowly open even before I knocked.

I saw her smiling wide green-gray eyes behind a vast masculine figure.

“Go-go–good mor–ning, Si–Sir.”

“Calm down boy, I will not eat you.”

Word count: 180

©2016 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved.

Photo credit: Sunday Photo Fiction


In response to Sunday Photo Fiction for March 20, 2016.

Sunday Photo Fiction is a weekly writing challenge hosted by Alastair Forbes where a photo is used as a prompt for a piece of fiction using around 200 words. The piece doesn’t have to center around exactly what the photo is, it can be just used as a basis for a story.

Enjoy more awesome stories here:

 

The Hottest Guitarist

Memories came rushing as I slowly unpin the burning guitar poster that has been in my room since I was twelve.

I can hear her playful chuckle, I can see her bright eyes, I can smell her innocent sweet scent, when I unrolled her first ‘monthsary’ gift for me.

“Cause you are the hottest guitarist,” she whispered softly in my ears.

She was my first love. My first hold hands. My first kiss. Almost my first…

I promised myself I will never take this poster down. But after sixteen years, I have no choice.

Tomorrow this will be relocated in a new bedroom that I’ll be sharing with her, forever.

Word count: 110

©2016 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved.

Photo credit: Pixabay


In response to Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers (FFfAW) March 01, 2016.

Rules:

  • a flash fiction challenge (stories in 100-175 words or less)
  • each story should have a beginning, a middle, and an end
  • no serial (continuation) stories
  • include a pingback to the challenge post

Thank you for a thought-provoking photo prompt, Priceless Joy!

P.S.

Last week, all of my fictions are saddening, so this week, I promised myself I will try to write something positive. 😀

Please forgive the ‘cheesiness’.

Read more short stories here:

 

BOOK READS: A Review of Everything, Everything by Nicola Yoon

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A refreshing read with a unique premise but the twist is…

Everything, Everything by Nicola Yoon

Everything, Everything
Genre: Young Adult
Published: 2015
Rating: 💖💖💖💖 (MUST-READ)

THE STORY:

Madeleine Whittier has an odd illness that confined her in her own little home. For 18 years, she has never been outside her house filled with filtered air.

She doesn’t long to be outside her home until she saw her new neighbor, Olly.

Olly’s arrival introduced her to a life she doesn’t know she wanted to have.

THE BLURB:

After I have read a lot of good reviews for this book, I am now convinced that it is indeed a good read.

First, the premise is interesting and unique. I have never heard of SCID until I read this novel. So I commend how Nicola Yoon researched for this book.

Second, her characters are relatable. Maddy is just any teenager who first experienced falling inlove, jittery and nervous but definitely in a bliss.

The people the surround Maddy are all relatable, too, Carla and even Olly and his family.

I also love the doodles/illustrations included in between some of the pages which are drawn by Nicola’s husband. They made the book more refreshing.

Finally, I like Yoon’s simple choice of words. She has selected just the right adjectives in illustrating the characters’ emotions, especially Maddy’s.

So…  you are now asking why on earth did I gave it only four hearts.

Well… until now, I am not quite sure if I like how Yoon twisted the story. I don’t like to tell any spoilers but I kinda felt that there is something wrong.

Also, I almost predicted the ending. And I don’t like knowing how a story ends before I reach the final pages.

THE WISE WORDS:

“Everything’s a risk. Not doing anything is a risk. It’s up to you.”

“In my head I know I’ve been in love before, but it doesn’t feel like it. Being in love with you is better than the first time. It feels like the first time and the last time and the only time all at once.”

THE WRAP:

I think Yoon ended the story in a way that her readers would be happy.

It was ok but it doesn’t end up as strong as I hoped it would be.

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