Camera-shy

Daily Prompt: Tables Turned

July 6, 2013

Are as comfortable in front of a camera as behind one? Being written about, as well as writing?

Photographers, artists, poets: show us DISCOMFORT.

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A touch on steel

A flash of light

Blink of a shutter

A captured sight

I feel aliveness

Through my veins

Making memories

Of all the lanes

I’ve walked; A lack

Of a thing breeds

A shine, a knack

For appreciating it –

Thus my love

For a camera

(And fear of

Being on the other

End of it;

I won’t have it,

Not a bit.)

I’d always rather

Save forever pure beauty

Than be immortalized

Through sense of duty.

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Epiphanies and Me

Friday, July 5, 2013

Trifextra: Week Seventy-Five

[http://www.trifectawritingchallenge.com/2013/07/trifextra-week-seventy-five.html]

As such, this weekend we are asking for a thirty-three word free-write.  Any topic, any style–just give us your best thirty three.

This week I decided to put down my “Thought of the Week” in my first attempt at a limerick (aabba rhyme scheme). I’ve taken a bit of a liberty with “b”, as you’ll see. *nervous cough* So here goes:

Stifled by engineering, (a sacrifice?)

Rediscovered writing; added some spice.

A sudden epiphany:  job with The Times,

Then, Oh yeah, this is why I took Science

Solemn vow:  I won’t question it twice.

What Bothers Me About Soap Operas

Monday, July 1, 2013

Trifecta: Week Eighty-Four

CRUDE

1: existing in a natural state and unaltered by cooking or processing

2 archaic : unripe, immature

3: marked by the primitive, gross, or elemental or by uncultivated simplicity or vulgarity 

4: rough or inexpert in plan or execution 

5: lacking a covering, glossing, or concealing element : obvious 

6: tabulated without being broken down into classes 

There’s nothing more unsettling than watching your mother, father, sister, grandmother and grandfather clustered around the television, all watching the same soap opera. I don’t know what disturbs me the most: one, that of all things possible, this is what brought the family together, two, regret that they choose to spend their leisure time (and sometimes their un-leisure time as well) so utterly unproductively on a regular basis, or third, that we as a people fall pray to the networks’ crude play on emotions so easily every time. The same formula of heartbreak, tears and gossip, and it works like a charm. Every. Single. Ti-

Oops, gotta go – he’s about to catch her cheating on him!

A Modern Question

Daily Prompt: 21st Century Citizen

June 25, 2013

Do you belong in this day and age? Do you feel comfortable being a citizen of the 21st-century? If you do, explain why — and if you don’t, when in human history would you rather be?

Photographers, artists, poets: show us MODERN.

[http://dailypost.wordpress.com/2013/06/25/daily-prompt-modern/]

I think every age has its ups and downs. For example, Renaissance Europe had dashing gentleman and beautiful ladies, but no telephones. Probably very primitive toilets.

So I think I’m fine just where I am. That being the boring response that it is, I decided to try poetry this time, using the abab rhyme scheme.

——————————————

Modernity is subjective,

Constantly changing shape;

Used as an invective

If heydays be used as measuring tape;

Used as highest praise

To the pretentious, or a new age

artiste; Lazy days

And broken ties cause great rage.

You can be modern in thought

In word or in deed;

But the question remains: what

is ‘modern’ indeed?

Broken Heels and Sexist Jokes

WRITE NOW PROMPT FOR JUNE 25, 2013

She found what she was looking for, one day too late.

[http://todaysauthor.wordpress.com/2013/06/25/write-now-prompt-for-june-25-2013/]

“Argh, where’d that stupid sock go?” Janet groaned, digging through her sock drawer for the fourth time. She could find one of her black socks. The heel of one of her favorite pair of stilettos had snapped last Thursday, so she had to wear trousers and shoes to work again today.The only clean pair  left were her red ones, and those just wouldn’t do for the company briefing she had to attend.

xxx

“Ms. Brown,” coughed the client as she rushed in, cheeks flushed, half an hour late. Everyone was staring. Crap. She could feel everyone staring at her feet. She gritted her teeth. She had a feeling today’s entertainment over coffee would be sexist jokes.

xxx

Kicking off her shoes, eyes full of loathing, she barreled into the laundry room, stuffing the offending socks into the washing machine along with the rest of the load, and hurled herself onto the couch, stuffing her face with two-minute noodles. Stupid black sock. Had to pick today to go missing.

xxx

Next morning was Saturday. Around twelve, she finally got up. She’d promised Sue she’d meet her for lunch today. Digging through the dryer for her white blouse, she accidentally stepped on something soft. It was a solitary black sock. She moaned; she found what she was looking for, one day too late.

Science, Fifty Shades of Grey and Morality

Daily Prompt: Morality Play

June 24, 2013

Where do your morals come from — your family? Your faith? Your philosophical worldview? How do you deal with those who don’t share them, or derive them from a different source?

[http://dailypost.wordpress.com/2013/06/24/daily-prompt-morality-play/]

morals  plural of mor·al (Noun)

Noun
  1. A lesson, esp. one concerning what is right or prudent, that can be derived from a story, a piece of information, or an experience.
  2. A person’s standards of behavior or beliefs concerning what is and is not acceptable for them to do.
Synonyms
morality – moral – ethics – mores – morale

Growing up, my source of moral values was my family, but that’s a no-brainer, given that obeying and making them proud is ingrained in our minds as our duty from a very young age. As I grew up and met those outside my home, others with conflicting or perhaps different worldviews, I reevaluated the parameters of my personal definition of morality, and I continue to do so even today.

As a student of science, if there’s one thing I have learned, it is to absorb information unbiased, consider all the possible alternatives, and then settle for the most rational one; as the information available keeps increasing, to keep adjusting the parameters of my belief  system.

That’s the attitude I approach morality with. The very definition of moral (definition 2) implies that morality is individual-specific. I base my sense of morality mostly on common sense; if it’s hurting someone, it must be wrong on some level, and conversely, if no one is hurt by it, it couldn’t possibly by entirely evil.

I believe the reason there are so many scuffles taking place over moral outrage is because people tend to be heavily biased. I’m no exception either; the best example I can come up with is the Twilight and Fifty Shades of Grey series. Hearing about the plotlines, I developed an immediate dislike to both the series. I said insulting things about the books left and right and felt no regret doing it. I thought people who read the book were fools. Then someone made a comment in passing about a literary preference of mine, and I immediately snapped at them, telling them “Don’t knock it till you’ve tried it,” then immediately felt ashamed of myself.

I took it upon myself to read both the series with as open a mind as I could muster, and, although my opinion of the series remained almost the same, I did find certain things to appreciate along the way. I learnt things I hadn’t known previously, and some of my stances softened.My worldview broadened a bit and I had to concede that if I were someone else, in different surroundings, perhaps my outlook would be different.

That lesson is what I take with me when I consider morality. No matter what my opinion, if I take the trouble to listen without bias, I will undoubtedly take home something important at the end of the day. And as far as tolerance goes, I go by the adage: Your yard ends where mine begins. It’s the perfect ideal to judge by, whether it be a question life, liberty, morality, or even actual yards.

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3 Words:20130622: day 173 &

Daily Prompt: Island of Misfit Posts

June 23, 2013

We all have something we’d like to write about, but that doesn’t really “fit” our blog. Write it anyway.

Photographers, artists, poets: show us MISFIT.

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[http://dailypost.wordpress.com/2013/06/23/daily-prompt-misfit/]

The community bench is

Just another place to park this

Heavy encumbrance

That is my body,

But this is one place where I

Blend in. I don’t have to

Bring anything original

To the metaphorical table

Or pretend I like the taste of

What’s being served.

No one will ask me

Uncomfortable questions

Like

Am I happy

or How am I.

We just smile at each other

So we know we’re not alone.

Third Time’s the Charm!

Trifextra: Week Seventy-Three:

“This weekend we’re asking for 33 of your own words inspired by the idiom, third time’s the charm.  This familiar phrase may have an indeterminate origin, but its meaning is clear.  Whether or not you include the phrase itself is up to you.  Just make sure to use exactly 33 words.  And, as usual, have fun with it!”

[http://www.trifectawritingchallenge.com/2013/06/trifextra-week-seventy-three.html]

 

“Sure? As your attorney, I…”

“I’m sure.”

“Both your divorce settlements have cost you. A third…”

“Hey.” Shrug. “Love’s always worth a shot. And you know what they say: third time’s the charm!”

Clueless at Goodbye

Your Daily Theme for June 21
 
Goodbyes
People handle goodbyes differently. Some prefer celebrations. Some prefer sentimental recollection. Some prefer quick “I’ll see you soon”s.
Write a scene in which your character is saying goodbye to someone or something he/she cares about.

 

She walked over to her laptop and opened her email. The email from Figment said that this was to be the last Daily Theme. Cradling her head in her hands, she wondered what she could possibly write about in a hundred words that could possibly do justice to what their prompts had done for her. She promptly shut down the laptop. Clueless. After dinner, she hesitantly reopened the email, and, looking at it, she instantly knew what she would do. She opened up word and typed out her first sentence: She walked over to her laptop and opened her email.

This is it

WRITE NOW PROMPT FOR JUNE 21, 2013

He took a step and heard a dull, crunching sound beneath his foot.

[http://todaysauthor.wordpress.com/2013/06/21/write-now-prompt-for-june-21-2013/]

Looking down, he nudged the offending dead mouse out of the way with his hiking boots. He couldn’t afford to be squeamish right now. He squeezed the tip of his boot further into the crevice in the rock, and continued sliding sideways, step by step by careful step. He needed to find the next handhold, and fast. The water rose beneath him, eddies swirling, waves of water dashing against the rock. All it would take was another couple of minutes before it swallowed him up whole.

Gulping, he kept shuffling along the ledge until he found a shelf he could latch onto. It was halfway between where he was now and the top of the cliff. He strained his arm to reach it. The tips of his first and second fingers just barely brushed it before slipping due to sweat. Now he was nervous. He looked down. Barely a minute left. The soles of his boots were wet now.

He stretched in earnest now, almost jumping in desperation. Latching on to the ledge, he pulled himself up, but only barely. From here on it was easier; grabbing ledge after ledge of rock, he hoisted himself upwards until he was almost out of danger. Alan’s head peeked out over the edge.

“Help me!” he called out frantically. “The water’s rising too fast; I won’t make it!” The waves were licking his knees now.

Alan looked down at him, motionless for a moment. Then something behind his eyes shifted, and he leaned over, extending a hand. “Grab my hand, Jared.”

Visibly relieved, Jared reached out and put his hands in Alan’s. “Okay, pull me up.”

No response.

“I said okay, pull me up!” Jared repeated, louder this time. The water had reached his waist, and was steadily rising, inch by inch.

“You should’ve listened to me when I told you to stay out of my business, Jared,” said Alan finally. “I’m sorry.” He loosened his grip, as Jared looked up in horror. “Alan, NO!”

But it was too late. Falling backwards, his feet lost their hold on the slippery rock. Scrambling to find his footing again, he came up to the surface, trying to keep afloat. Scrabbling at the wall of rock, trying to hold on, his mind blanked out in sheer panic. This is it.

Then he saw the rocks cascading down from the top of the cliff. He was too far gone to even hurl profanities anymore, or even to resist. This is it. He felt himself surrender to the water.

__________________________

He sucked in his breath, choking on the water.

“Thank God, you’re awake,” Alan heaved a sigh of relief placing the empty glass of water on the ground. “Hurry up, we’re leaving in fifteen minutes – the mountains await!” He grinned.

Jared heaved an enormous sigh of relief. “No, I think I’ll pass. You guys carry on.”

“Sure?” Alan asked, eyebrows furrowed. “Well, suit yourself. We’re going from around the lake, in case you decide you want to come.” He turned and headed for the door of the tent.

“Alright,” Jared said quietly. “Oh, and Alan?” Alan turned back questioningly.

“I’m sorry for getting you in trouble with the guys last night. I should’ve known where to draw a line.”

Alan smiled. “Hey, happens to the best of us. Now I gotta hurry up or I’ll be late. See you later!”

Jared waved at Alan as he ran out to join the others. He walked up to his mirror and looked at his face, ashen from his nightmare. This is it. He ran over to the entrance to pull on his hiking boots.