A pigeon’s fate

When I was not carrying your burden, my feet weighed as light as the feathers of a homing pigeon. My soul as pure as the whiteness of its body. My wings carried me high and above, taking me wherever I wanted.

But you plucked on my feathers and made quills out of them. Dipping them in my blood, you wrote my life, my destiny for me. How far was I supposed to go? Who was I to meet? All my decisions were in your hands.

You built fresh nests around me and asked me to lay eggs and each time when I refused, you built walls around me, their levels as high as your insecurities.

Now I can barely catch a glimpse of the painted glass windows of the house nearby. They have always joined my screams when you would go away. And I know once I am completely confined in these walls, my screams will not be muffled, rather, they will be so loud, loud enough to explode those windows and send sharp shards flying all around. And at that point I would wish deeply in my heart for one of those to find your way and pierce through your rough and callous skin. I want you to bleed, I want you to cry in pain and then with those broken shards I want to write the destiny of your life, just like you wrote mine.

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Slog

This prompt makes me think about that childhood poem about the dog who slept like a log. That’s all I remember from that poem and every time I come across a piece of log, my thoughts travel back to the same association.

But slog isn’t in any way the same thing, in fact its the opposite of that lazy dog that slept like a log. Slog is that dog that slept, woke up and began working. He chased a few squirrels, played with his master, learnt a few tricks but still had enough energy to keep going.

Log on the other hand slept and slept, he slept till noon and woke up with a bright sun hanging up in the sky. Log indolently walked around in search of food, he wanted the food to appear to him, he was too “tired” to play or run, he just was so sleepy all the time.

Each one of us has a “Log” or “Slog” experience in our lives. We just have to decide how often we choose the right one.

via Daily Prompt: Slog

Daily Prompt: Sep 1

You burnt yourself, describe the experience.

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So I chose this prompt because I burnt myself two hours ago and I am typing with one hand. Here’s what happened:

There were two pots on stove, I was taking some meat stock from the one at the back and adding it to the one on front.

The pot on the front had gravy cooking at high temperature. So I dug my right hand into the pot at the back and got some stock in the spoon and at the same time with my left hand I opened the lid of the pot on the front.

Suddenly the dragon from Shrek lurked out and unleashed a ball of steam on my arm.

“Argghhhhhhhhhh,” I screamed at the top of my lungs.

“I told you not to disturb me when I am resting! Grrrrrrrr,” she snarled.

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I watched the monster disappear into its den. “What the hell?” I looked on utterly confused, in pain.

Instantly I rushed cold water over my forearm…it was pink, the color of courage the cowardly dog.

“Aoooooooooooo,” I let out a painful howl.

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Gathering some ice from the freezer, I emptied the cubes in a zip-lock bag and began applying it to the affected area.

After a few minutes I could feel a difference but not long before the water  in the zip-lock fell to normal temperature…..

“Crucio!” yelled someone from a distance. My wrist split open in excruciating pain, it felt like my arm was paralyzed and someone was dropping molten lava on it.

I rushed back to the freezer and emptied more ice into the zip-lock, the curse was lifted in an instant.

I narrated the horrific incident to Baymax and he recommended I visit Madam Pomfery who would be able to help me with one of Madam Sprout’s herbal ointment.

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God bless Baymax, I heeded to his advice and ran straight to Madam Pomfery who applied an orange paste on my arm and within a few hours I was healed!


 

Daily Prompt: Aug 29

Scribble down the first ten words that come to mind. Pick three of them. There’s your post title. Now write!

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Haha. These are the 10 words that I just typed…random words…I have to pick three, my choice would be:

Read me a joke about sushi:

Waiter: Sir why won’t you eat your sushi with chopsticks?

Donald Trump: You think I am dumb? Why would I need chopsticks when the sushi’s already chopped. Crooked Asian!

 

Daily Prompt: Aug 27

You are receiving an award –- either one that already exists, or a new one created just for you. What would the award be, why are you being honored, and what would you say in your acceptance speech?

Award Title: Reading Rev

Description: Revived reading habits in last two months, improved by 100% since last year

So this is a self-created award, of course 😛 And here’s the acceptance speech:

Hello everyone!

I am extremely honored to be awarded “Reading Rev”award on this lovely evening organized by Reader’s Shelf. I did not expect to win today as I felt I still have a long way to go to be eligible for this award. But today I will let myself be proud of the fact that I did not give up, whenever I fell, I stood back up, most of the time it took a months to get back on my feet but I am so glad a time came in my life when I managed to revive my reading habits. I extend my thanks to Reader’s Shelf for granting this opportunity to reset my buttons, thank you very much. Thank you all. *flying kisses*


I actually felt I was standing on a stage, a crown on my head (lol), award in my hand. Sigh, there’s no restriction on imagination right?

Hope you enjoyed this prompt! For those of you who are new, I am following prompts from The Daily Post. They are open for everyone to use.