MC's Whispers

Whispering Silences

Archive for the month “August, 2013”

Can a painkiller cure a broken heart?

HeartbrokenTaking life in your own hands is difficult. And painful. But like the saying goes, “whatever is worth it, is painful and hard”. You can’t just keep waiting for things to change so your life can begin. You have to take charge and change things yourself, otherwise you’ll just stay stagnant, wondering, and waiting. Forever waiting for something that might never come…

Life is hard. No-one said it would be easy. But you have to keep trying for it to be worth it. You get the good with the bad, but at the end they’re all experiences, and you will learn something out of each and every one of them. Life is a lesson. A lesson that will get the better out of you. That will make you stronger, braver, and more confident. It’s not enough to simply wish upon those stars, you need to aim for the moon so at least you’ll land among them. Not trying is not an option.

And if your heart gets broken along the way, that’s part of life too. Or like the French say, c’est la vie! It can’t stay broken forever. At some point you will run into a remedy. Be it a new experience or a new perspective on an old one.

But until that happens, I too wonder, can a painkiller cure a broken heart?

A wandering emerald

EmeraldShe had always felt like she belonged nowhere. Like she was an outcast everywhere she went. Her family would move places, towns, countries, even continents, ever so often and she had to learn to re-adjust her life from the start each time. That is what Gypsies do. And Esmeralda was part of that lifestyle.

Everyone wishes their life was different. More magical, more like their dreams. But she had grown up in the hardships of accepting what you have and not hoarding a lot more, so that she could carry them off with her next time they moved. It was their destiny and curse at the same time. A wandering people with no steady home. No roots. No homeland. They saw themselves as true citizens of the world. But others saw them as belonging nowhere.

Making friends was not that easy. People have a lot of prejudices and these are so easily imprinted in children’s minds. Despite her beauty and delicate manners, Esmeralda was often shunned by children her age. They saw her as unworthy, as if they were so much better. As if she was of a lesser god.

By the time she was 15, Esmeralda already knew how to maintain a house on her own. If she would ever have one. She knew how to wash, iron and repair clothes, bags and other useful objects they carried with them. And for her race, she was even old enough to marry. But she wanted more out of life. She wanted to experience the world, free of preconceptions and racism. She was the cleverest in her family, and from the time she learnt to read she devoured books quicker than she could eat a plate of food.

All she wanted was to be acknowledged. And accepted.

She wanted to feel she belonged to this world. To its entirety. Even if she did not know where the future would take her. She simply wanted to be free to make her own choices. Not to live according to the dictations of others.

She watched the sun set behind the hills, lost in her thoughts. She had seen many sunsets in various parts of the world. And deep inside she knew there were more to come.

Her brother Kappi called her for dinner. His name meant ‘good fortune’ and she wished that it would diffuse onto the whole family. As for her, her name meant ‘emerald’, because she was precious and unique. People just had to be open-minded enough to realize it.

 

Also part of Daily Prompt: Name that… You!

Also part of Daily Prompt: On the Road

Also part of Daily Prompt: There’s No Place Like Home

The fish and the diver

Diver and fishThe saying goes that time flies when you’re having fun. Many people can testify that time passes even faster in the summer. The days are longer and yet they always appear too short. And before you know it, summer has passed and a new season approaches.

The end of vacations leaves you with a sweet lust for more – a longing for a life of eternal holiday, carefree and away from anything that causes stress and white hair to appear.

A yearning to escape the “real” life, for something more…desirable.

But given the chance, would you truly do so? There always seems to be something pulling you back. A cautious realism fighting the idealistic dream.

And it instils within you a dilemma. What would you do if you were given the chance to change your life?

Here’s a short story on this:

There once was a young man who worked as a banker. He hated the fact that his job was same in same out. There was no excitement. Nothing that sparked the adrenaline in his body. Nothing at all like diving, which he loved and would do at every opportunity he got. He dreamed of a house by the sea, where he could spend endless hours in the water with his favourite sport. But the problem was the one thing he was now occupying his days with: money. If he followed his dream, he would soon be short of cash, and have no income whatsoever. It would be much harder finding a job as a diver than as a banker.

One day, in his diving expeditions, he saw a beautiful yellow-coloured fish swimming around him. He stood still and used his snorkelling gear to take a closer look. It was a fish that seemed as sleek as the clear waters that day. And as it reflected the rays of the sun it appeared to be sparkling. As if it was wearing a crown of diamonds. The fish was not afraid of him. Far from it. It even swam right up to him. And as the diver could not resist, he stretched out his hand as if to catch it.

The fish swam right into his palm instead of away from it.

Hauling it out of the water, the diver observed the fish closely. It appeared to be staring intently at him. As if it wanted to say something.

You’re wondering what kind of a fish I am”, he suddenly heard a voice say.

“I’m enchanted. And I can change your life as you please.”

It was the fish that was speaking to him. It had a soothing feminine voice that suited its regal figure.

The diver gasped and almost dropped it back into the water. The fish was sitting still in his hand. Not gushing at all, like it would be expected from fish out of water.

“How? What? How…?” thought the dumbstruck diver.

“Here’s the issue,said the fish. “You can either kiss me and I will turn into a princess and we may end up together. Or you may say the word and you will become a fish too, here with me, swimming freely for the rest of your days without a care in the world.”

The diver was flabbergasted. What do you say to that? Do you accept a princess and endure the hardships of supporting both of you, or do you abandon the human world for that of the life aquatic?

It was a tough decision to make. But in his heart he knew what he would choose…

What would you choose?

A unique azure blanket

sea view with boatsNorah was standing out on the balcony looking at the view. The sea was spread before her like a tranquil azure blanket diffusing into the sandy coast. She let her mind wander into the horizon, beyond the ships anchored outside the harbour. It was amazing how something as simple as water, billions of tonnes of water, could calm her so soothingly.

Norah, let’s go!”, Diane called out to her.

It didn’t take long for her to grasp the excitement in that prompt. She cleared the clouds from her mind and let the sun diffuse its rays onto every inch of her body. Besides, she could use a tan!

The guys were already playing volleyball on the beach and the girls quickly grabbed a towel, sun lotion and their hats and rushed to join them.

Summer was about having fun. About swimming in the sea, playing on the beach with friends, relaxing and enjoying yourself. Letting your mind wander away from the painful reality of everyday life.

It’s up to you whether you let it wander back though…

 

Also part of Trifecta Writing Challenge – the prompt word was grasp:

GRASP (verb)

1: to take or seize eagerly
2: to clasp or embrace especially with the fingers or arms
3: to lay hold of with the mind : comprehend

The boxer and the cat

Boxer dogNeo was lying around the yard. There was no-one around to play ball with. He seemed to cause a sensation with his appearance.

Even during his walks, people would cross to the other side of the road. It wasn’t his fault he was big, seeming vicious. Inside he was as harmless as a sheep, and simply adorable!

He was expecting Mindy to show up any time now. She was the black-and-white cat who came over to share his food. In fact, one day when it was sizzling hot and Neo was indoors in the air-conditioning, she was sitting outside knocking on the door.

He wouldn’t have her starve today though!

 N.B. This is a true story 🙂

 

This story is part of BlogShorts 2013. Other participants barking their tale include:
Blogdramedy
1pointperspective
SteveBetz
Joe’s Musings
Shouts from the Abyss
H.E. Ellis
Lenore Diane
Fix it or Deal

The revenge of the not-so-clever dog

odie-and-garfieldThere was a lot of shaking, water seeping in and then sand…lots of hot sand!

What was going on and who turned off the lights?

Garfield opened his eyes slowly, afraid of what he would see. Where was he?

The last thing he remembered was a hot plate of lasagne that Jon had dropped off. And then a serene nap under his blue blanket.

Wait, nope that wasn’t the last thing.

He had been woken up by a slobbering Odie – damn dog! – who wanted to play games. Garfield had managed to push him off the table…or had he?

Garfield peaked out of the box. Abu Dhabi?! Was this Odie’s revenge?!

 

This story is part of BlogShorts 2013. Other participants barking their tale include:
Blogdramedy
1pointperspective
SteveBetz
Joe’s Musings
Shouts from the Abyss
H.E. Ellis
Lenore Diane
Fix it or Deal

A clever spacedog

German Shepherd puppyWoof! Woof, I said!” Blacktoe yelled at Will Riker right in front of his face and then slurped a wet one on him. That definitely woke him up.

“This guy can’t do anything without me!” he thought.

Ever since he was a young pup and had munched the frisby right out of his hand one day in the park, Will and Blacktoe had been inseparable.

Blacktoe was his most loyal friend, and uss_enterprise_ncc_1701_dunbeknown to anyone else, he was also second-in-command on the Enterprise.

Blacktoe was an exceptional dog. In his opinion, he was a better fleet officer than most of them there. He even proclaimed it: four-legged, furry and proud!

Blogdramedy said Will Riker’s Blacktoe was a bit obscure so she proposed Astro from The Jetsons. Well even though I had already written about Blacktoe, I couldn’t resist, so I hope you don’t mind, but here’s Astro too (the title also fits this piece)!

the-jetsons-don-messick-2Rosie the robot maid had gotten up early that day. Well, she never really slept so that was easy. All the other unnamed robots/contraptions in the house were also hovering around for their daily duties.

Astro wanted to play games. It was boring just sitting there watching robots and aliens go about their routines. Elroy was at playschool, so he had nothing to do.

He thought he should help out too. So he started shaking the rug out the window. But he hadn’t seen Rosie standing right below it, and all Elroy’s futuristic toys fell onto her. Being magnetic they stuck. “I rish I was a rologram now!” he thought!

This story is part of BlogShorts 2013. Other participants barking their tale include:
Blogdramedy
1pointperspective
SteveBetz
Joe’s Musings
Shouts from the Abyss
H.E. Ellis
Lenore Diane
Fix it or Deal

One year of Whispers

anniversary1Exactly one year ago, I started blogging. Right here. And a lot has changed since then.

For starters, I love to blog, mainly because I love to write. And this blog has offered me the opportunity to do just that. Write. Express myself in whatever way inspires me, and on whatever subject springs to mind. Be it politics, social issues, behaviours, short stories, poems, or any type of fiction or non-fiction piece, writing on my blog has become an integral part of my life.

I have even discovered writing competitions and challenges that provoke the writers-bloggers, and more significantly serve to showcase your abilities to other participants, aside from the fact that they are tremendous fun!

It is fantastic to have an outlet to express yourself. And having a readership to encourage you is all the more important. So I would also like to say thank you. To all you who read what I write. Who come back for more, and who listen, engage and participate in these thoughts. Thank you, because you make me feel like my writing has a purpose and that it is somewhat being fulfilled.

I will continue writing of course. And I do hope you will continue reading. And hey, please do whisper it out to your friends, maybe they too would find something they would agree with here!

Agent F undercover

Frank_MIBIt was a busy day as usual. Cars were honking in the New York streets, people were shouting, rushing past each other on the sidewalks, pushing and shoving as if the world was not enough for them. And all this time, no-one noticed they were actually passing by an extra-terrestrial. An alien, if you wish. With a most unusual form.

Frank was no ordinary pug. He was an agent undercover, sent by aliens to spy on the earthlings. Maybe he could figure out their selfish nature that led them to do the most stupid and idiotic things anyone could imagine.

Yet, Agent F still could not understand their weird mentality.

 

This story is part of BlogShorts 2013. Other participants barking their tale include:
Blogdramedy
1pointperspective
SteveBetz
Joe’s Musings
Shouts from the Abyss
H.E. Ellis
Lenore Diane
Fix it or Deal

A dog in uniform

Snoopy - Woodstock (2)The Red Baron was off on a top-secret mission. Not even his closest assistant – that yellow bird that flew upside down – could know. He was flying above the fields close to headquarters. But the WWII veteran would stop him. He glided across the skies. What a skilled pilot he was!

He landed safely on the airfield. Mission completed successfully.

Snoopy got down from the roof of his shed. Woodstock was already swimming in his bowl – due to another crash landing.

Snoopy turned around to the sound of fan-screams. “Hi Sweetie!” he said. “A dog in uniform is irresistible”, he thought. And alas, a crowd of Snoopettes appeared chasing after him!


This story is part of BlogShorts 2013. Other participants barking their tale include:
Blogdramedy
1pointperspective
SteveBetz
Joe’s Musings
Shouts from the Abyss
H.E. Ellis
Lenore Diane
Fix it or Deal

Post Navigation