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A Fourth to Remember

Photo by Camylla Battani on Unsplash

Joy!
Wa-hoo!
Today’s the day!
Buzzing with excitement
We’re celebrating indoors today!
My owner created a scavenger hunt for me
She hid some delectable treats throughout the house
Pop a tunnel of floating bubbles along the way
Canine peanut butter, vanilla cookie treats
Await me at the end of the obstacle
An excursion to the back patio
Fetching a squeaky ball
My owner loves me
No fireworks
Tender
Care

Word of the Day: Excitement

Posted in Concepts, fiction, Nature, Photography

#A2Z – Director’s Dilemma of Dogme 95 (fiction)

“CUT!!!” Director Cavanaugh acerbic voice sliced through the air.

Buzzing with energy from the two cups of coffee he drank, he chewed on his pen cap as he witnessed an interesting snapshot on his screen. It was linked to an underwater videographer’s feed. A fish inside a jellyfish! Could he turn this bizarre moment into a symbolic story left to the audience’s interpretation and imagination? The fish’s expression says it all. The gears were turning in Cavanaugh’s head

Try as the little fish might to direct its own path, the jellyfish will inevitability drag the fish wherever it pleases. Realizing its loss of autonomy, the fish’s eyes bug out in horror!

Image Credit: Tim Samuel

Cavanaugh wondered if he was insane for trying out an ambitious experiment after a period of hitting the doldrums. He was inspired by some prize-winning photos in a BBC article that he was browsing.

Image Credit: Anita Kainrath, from Austria, won Up & Coming Underwater Photographer of the Year with Shark Nursery, showing baby lemon sharks in a mangrove in the Bahamas.

He wondered if he can authentically capture a live stream story letting the animals share their own stories. He was fascinated by their behavior. He couldn’t direct the animals, but then it wouldn’t really matter since his name wouldn’t be credited. During his time in film school, he was intrigued by a film movement founded in 1995 by Danish director Lars Von Trier and Thomas Vinterberg. They wrote a manifesto called Dogme 95. The “rules” were as follows:

The question is… can he stick to the rules?

Posted in Culture, fiction, Quotes

#A2Z- The Ciselure Shop (fiction)

The chimes on the door clanged. A portly gentleman dressed in an olive-green tweed suit just entered Vpyshit’sya, a small shop nestled within a mountain village of Dzembronya, Ukraine. Novak took a burgundy handkerchief from out of his breast pocket, and wiped the dust off his gold rimmed glasses. He breathed a sigh of relief that he arrived in one piece as the foggy weather made safety of the travelling conditions questionable.

After taking a quick glance inside, he decided to walk around the shop quietly studying the craftsmanship of the metal pieces that were on display. He displayed a keen perspicacity in recognizing quality pieces. He heard about this shop as he chatted to the barman last night. Ukraine was well known for a variety of metal and wood carvings.

He was immediately enthused by the diversity of products he found: unique jewelry that was encased by glass display boxes, brass Viking shields that hung on the walls, intricately engraved kitchen knife sets, engraved metal wall decor.

He slowly found his way to the check out desk in the back of the shop. He noticed a young lady diligently working in the back room. Sophia’s family has been in the ciselure business for five generations. Her family taught her everything they knew, and precocious Sophia became a young master in the craft. She was inspired by a few techniques from a video she watched.

She was finishing up an jewelry box for an exhibit held at the Metal Working International Trade Fair in Kiev, the capital. She was looking forward to learning new things in metallurgy and the innovative tools in metal industry.

Novak cleared his throat, “Excuse me, mam. I was told that you can create metal designs for a wide variety of things.” Sophia broke from her trance, got up from her workstation, and walked towards the man. He took out a wooden box from his bag, and set it on the table.

“Careful now, there’s a golden pocket knife I would like to engrave for my son. It’s his birthday and there is something I would like to inscribe.” He took out a note for Sophia to read:

My son, take time to sharpen your skills, your tools, your resources, and you’ll be more productive. Much love, Novak

Image Credit: Pixabay

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Posted in Culture, Dreams, fiction, poetry

#A2Z – Burj al Arab (quadrille/cinquain)

Listen
Near string quartet
Enjoying 3-toned drink
Seeking closure from past mistakes
Sharp shame

Image Credit: Pixabay

Hotel
Burj Al Arab
Shields from disappointment
From its opulent interior
New life

Image Credit: Harrison Jacobs – Business Insider

Golden
Seashell Entrance
Tries sweeping memories
Welcomes those who choose a new path
Journey

Dubai’s bright allure!

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Posted in Culture, fiction

#A2Z- Axolotl Meets Charlotte (Fiction)

“Alrighty Watson, you can do this! Just one step in front of another!”

Charlotte chatted to her Hierex prosthetic leg as she would a close friend and gave good ole’ Watson a pep talk as she began her morning walk in nature. She gazed at the gorgeous sunrise glimmering across Lake Xochimilco, Mexico. The skin on her arm felt the warmth of the sun. She enjoyed the precious rays of light peeking through between the trees.

Image Credit: https://lakesofmexico.com/lakes/xochimilco/

Whoosh! Competitive bicyclists rang a bell as they passed by her in a flash on the sidewalk. Athletes determine to make their regular rounds around the lake. As she felt the fresh breeze, Charlotte’s mind unconsciously revisited an old memory seven years ago.

She was excited to jog with the bustling crowds. Crowds on the sidewalk gathered near the sidewalks of Boylston Street. She trained hard and conditioned herself to participate in the famous 24.5-mile run for an entire two years. Charlotte was proud that her breathing was steady this entire time as her feet hit the pavement in the city.

She smiled as she noticed she was nearing the finish line when all of the sudden she heard a loud explosion. Screaming in pain and blinded by the smoke, she wondered what in the world could be piercing her leg. The last thing she saw were medical personnel tending to her before she blacked out.

Charlotte shook the flashback away as she tried to calm her racing heart beat. After her leg was amputated, she had a case of phantom leg which made her leg feel like it was always there. When the doctors showed her the Hierex prosthetic that they would attach, she cried. It was difficult to accept.

To get over this new alien limb, she decided to call her new leg, Watson, a beloved fiction character. Emulating Sherlock Holmes, she was delighted to have a reliable friend that will support her.

Charlotte has been living in Mexico for the past few years wanting to start fresh. As she walked along the path, she noticed a movement in the grass by the lake. Wanting a closer look at what was ruffling the grass, she hobbled over hoping to see a baby duck.

Shift the grass aside, she gasped! “What an adorable looking alien!”

Charlotte was in shock. She read about this creature in one of the tourist brochures. This cute amphibian is an endangered species called the Axolotl! One of the remarkable qualities that intrigued her the most was that it could regrow limbs.

“You know, lil’ guy, I’m slightly envious of your ability to regrow limbs.”

Image Credit: https://lakesofmexico.com/lakes/xochimilco/

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#Haiku-Feline Above | A-Z 2020 – Theme Reveal!

Curiosity killed the cat, but satisfaction brought it back.

Eugene O’Neil
Image by Pixaline from Pixabay

Uneasy kitten
Chatoyant green gems staring
Mystified by feats

Hey there, Kitty! Not to worry! You will get to live another day!

It’s that time of year again! A to Z April Blogging Challenge is a fun challenge where bloggers participate in topics of their choosing corresponding to letters in the alphabet.

And my theme for 2020?

I discovered a lot of topics that I’ve never heard of before and wanted to share them in story and poetry form! Random categories include:

Architecture | Animals | Manifestos | Festivals | Music | Gifts

My curious mind will transport us in a variety of places. I’ll be a fun travel buddy. Look forward to you joining my journey!

Image by Stefan Keller from Pixabay
Posted in fiction, Nature, Photography, poetry

#Flash Fiction – Free At Last!

Nox’s Daily Prompt
Photo Credit: Marcin Jozwiak – Unsplash.com

Escape

Moments within sitting down
The ground absorbed her tension
brought about from her mental prison
Refocusing her energy
from the disenchantment of cynicism
to the spontaneity of curiosity
Gazing out in the endless sea ahead
Reaching for a new ideal
One that sparks a more joyous life
Basking in the healing rays of the sunset
Dreaming of the next adventure
Relishing the breeze
Enriched by tranquil surroundings
Delighting in the grains of sand
between her fingers that soothes her soul
Serenity in abundance
Unseen until now
Instinctively understanding
the momentum of
each precious moment
in the spectrum of time

Posted in Books, Culture, fiction, Freedom of Expression, poetry, Quotes

Freedom of Expression – Art!

Good evening everyone! I’m here to participate in Richa’s “Freedom of Expression” challenge! She shared some brilliant quotes about art, so stop by and take a peek! 🙂

ABOUT THE CHALLENGE

Every Thursday, I will pick up a “prompt word” to be acted upon by y’all. You are free to go wild with your imagination and interpret the “prompt” in any way that you like – photo, prose, poetry, fiction, non-fiction, quotes, articles or drawing/painting – whatever works for you!
In short, it’s all about you being the BOSS and choosing the best way possible to express and depict your understanding of the prompt and go berserk!

Richa @ iScriblr

It’s interesting that Richa shared this quote below! ❤

Artists are just children who refuse to put down their crayons.

Al Hirschfeld

I’ve been heavily sick for the past few days with a severe cold and allergies. My congested mind couldn’t really focus on anything too complex, so I decided to open up a steam punk coloring book I got from a convention last year featuring the amazing artwork of Brian Denham.

The box of Crayola crayons was just innocently sitting there on one of my shelves. 😉 As I opened the box, I relished a moment of silence as I marveled over the colors. It’s been too long since I last colored. I enjoyed blending the colors and developing the gradients and shadows of his “Victorian Secret Girls of Steampunk” Antarctic Press collection.

This morning I read a post on Riddles and Reveries called “Quotes from Anna Karenina”. I’ve only watched the movie with actress, Keira Knightley. It’s a visually stunning masterpiece of a tragic tale by Leo Tolstoy.

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I couldn’t help but write a short story after I encountered this quote by Leo Tolstoy’s character Anna in Riddles and Reveries:

“If you love me as you say you do,’ she whispered, ‘make it so that I am at peace.”

Anna Karenina

So without further ado, here is a fan flash fiction of the aftermath of Anna Karenina’s death!

Life After Death

Train’s blaring lights struck
Horn sliced through sun-speckled air
Deafening silence

Anna’s life flashed before her eyes after she threw herself in front of the train. Darkness filled her vision in an instant. She blinked and awoke to find herself flying between the branches of a forest alongside a majestic angelic warrior with scarlet feathers and bright purple robes.

She smelled the refreshing scent of pine trees as the rays of sunshine warmed her entire body. A flock of blue jays sang joyous songs as they fluttered in the trees. The morning dew of the forest floor bed sparkled revealing a faint green glow that extended to a glistening meadow beyond. She felt her warrior’s healing presence – a protective and nurturing force.

Anna felt light – free of the torment and the burden of the jealousy she harbored for so long. Her cheeks flushed with the color of a new born rose. She was no longer shackled by societal conventions of imperial Russian orthodoxy. Anna took a deep breath. She could finally feel her husband’s, Karenin, forgiveness seeping into her soul. Her skin tingled at the former memory of her lover Count Vronsky.

A moment of peace is worth its weight in gold. Anna no longer felt like a caged animal. Her spirit is free to roam and experience this new grandeur of life that laid before her.

Posted in fiction, poetry

What Do You See? – A Gift

A mountain of anticipation
builds as I speculate the special occasion
that catches my attention.

Today is an irresistible gift
and a mystery to behold
which does not belong merely to me.

To what purpose did the giver
want to express?

It is an expression of appreciation
for the relationship we share.

Shall I accept it with grace and gratitude or
should I be suspicious of the giver’s intentions?

My acceptance hinges on whether
our relationship is genuine.

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