Lucky Ricardo

PHOTO PROMPT -© Vijaya Sundaram

Ricardo was celebrating one New Year’s Eve in Manila. The whole city was loud with different fireworks and spare tyres left burning in the middle of the road. People couldn’t see because of the smoke. Ricardo and his friends were in the street lighting some fireworks. They were having fun.

That’s when he felt something, he thought he was stung by a bee. Or was it? Actually, a stray bullet passed him by his neck and had he moved an inch, he’d surely be hit big time. So, after the shock, he was very grateful for his new life! Three cheers!

For: Friday Fictioneers by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

The Bus Journey – Double Etheree

The poetry form, Etheree, consists of 10 lines of 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10 syllables. Etheree can also be reversed and written 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1. Get creative and write an Etheree with more than one verse, but follow suit with an inverted syllable count.

Reversed Etheree: 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1

Double Etheree: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 10, 9, 8, 7, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1

Image © Mara Eastern Used with permission

(5) Words: | GONE | CHANGE | PRETEND | STRANGE | LIFE |

come
quickly
accident
I need your help
that was a strange call
coming from my old aunt
on the other side of town
I’ve got to change and catch the bus
I hope to catch the bus at this time
and I was gone, worrying about her
she’s my mum’s sister and her husband died
I promise my mum to check on her
every now and then I get this
but there was really nothing
I can’t pretend it’s fun
life is not easy
and I arrived
she’s alright
oh well
tough!

(c) ladyleemanila 2016

For: Tale Weaver #76 July 14th Travel…Bus Journey and Weekly Writing Prompt #46 by the secret keeper. Also for: Journey

Other “journey” posts:
https://starlight427.wordpress.com/2016/07/15/my-journey-out-of-the-storm/
https://indigoandskyflower.wordpress.com/2016/07/14/to-see-a-volcano-up-close-someday/
https://slideaways.wordpress.com/2016/07/14/show-me-something-red/
https://sonderwriter.wordpress.com/2016/07/14/treacherous-paths/
The Journey of Life

June 13 Challenge

Day 13 Lucky 13

June 13, 1944. Prompted by the successful Allied Landing in Europe, Germany launched a V1 Flying Bomb attack on England. Luckily, only four of the bombs hit their targets. 

Tell us about a time you were lucky. Or unlucky.

When I was younger, say early 20s, we took my brother to the airport to join his ship. It was his first job as a Marine Engineer and we were all happy for him. My father drove us all back home. My mother sat in the passenger’s seat and the three children sat in the back. I was on the right hand side of the car. We were in Dapitan and the barrier for the train went down. Suddenly my father couldn’t break the car. We were shouting, thinking we won’t be able to stop and we’d drive through the barrier. That our whole family would die and my brother would come home to an empty house. I was praying, I thought that was the end. I haven’t even started my life yet. Luckily, a miracle happened and my father was able to stop the car. We were all in shock but very grateful.

For: Day 13 Lucky 13

Coco’s Morning

Today’s Prompt:

The morning was silent except for the occasional rumbles of thunder in the distance.
Do the rumbles of thunder mean anything? Is a storm coming? Is it a storm in his career or something happening in his life? He was pondering about this as he was driving this morning. He has to persuade the Board that his design is the way to go, if they want their business to remain number one. As he was driving on the motorway, there’s a blinding light coming towards him. What was that? He muttered to himself. As he was getting nearer, the sign was getting clearer. It was his design, but with some changes. He was trying to decipher the changes that he didn’t notice a lorry coming from the other direction. A big crashed ensued and an ambulance was called.  Sadly, Coco didn’t wake up.

For: Flash Fiction for the Purposeful Practitioner by rogershipp and Write Now Prompt for March 25, 2016 by Today’s Author

Stranded

All he could do now is hope that someone out there, some crew member of a ship or a plane, would see the fire or the message they left in the sand. He looked at the fire and then overlooked the island. From where he stood he could see the entire island. The luscious bush and the beach, where they found themselves stranded. He was wondering if she knew. She probably did by now. He so wanted to let her know that he was okay. That the horse was fine too. He had to go back. The others were trying to build a shelter for the night. One of them was injured. Hopefully someone would be here to rescue them soon.

Please continue…

Every time he thought about her, about them, about their coming wedding, the plans, her white dress, his tuxedo, the cake and all the shivaree – he couldn’t help himself but get emotional. If there was some way to send her his message – some sort of telesthesia – that he was fine, that the horse, gentle and docile, was fine too. He was just supposed to bring the horse to her as a wedding present. But that prodigious waves and storm made the ship capsize. He and the horse ended up being stranded in this island, along with some other survivors.

The entire island wasn’t bad at all, with the luscious bush and the beach, the grass still wet with dew – it was like a paradise. Oh how he wished she was here, too. He helped the others build some shelter for the night. He also looked after the one who was injured. He put some bandage around the person’s injured elbow and gave him a drink from a coconut, if only they have a glass, but drinking it from the coconut husk was also adequate. He told the injured to rest. They just have to hope and wait.

 

For: Finish It! #39 and Wordle #87

We’re Going To See A Bear

We’re going to see a wild bear
An adventure and one of the dares
In the island where he subsists
A mist in the air but we persist
Across the meadow where birds sing
Our way of bonding instead of boozing
Just around the bend of an unstable bridge
With river beds and attractive hill ridge
Hang on, watch out for that big rock
Oh no, he didn’t see it, it was a shock
On that lane where we cannot retreat
Our time has come and we cannot cheat
Too late now, we’re skidding
We’re shouting and it’s not acting
Falling faster and rolling around
Goodbye world, hope we’ll be found

by brenda warren

For: Sunday Photo Fiction and Wordle 115

Thomas – Journal Monday Prompt #9 and Wordle #64

This week’s fun words: Cartilage Paint Session Atomize (to reduce to fine particles or spray) Denouement (the final resolution of the intricacies of a plot, as of a drama or novel) Handle Cue Lapse Cocktail Paramnesia (a distortion of memory in which fact and fantasy are confused) Mizzle (misty rain) Column

Thomas has had a car accident. It was a severe one and his knees were damaged and the cartilages were removed. He has to learn how to walk with crutches. Aside from that, he suffered from paramnesia, a distortion of memory where his facts and fantasies are confused in his mind. Sometimes, his memory lapses. He doesn’t trust anyone which atomizes society and diminishes his range of human experience.

To help Thomas handle his condition, he has a regular therapeutic session with Dr. Smith. He was given a cocktail of medicine for the pain and depression. He started going back to work, where he writes a column in a magazine. As the months went by, he carried on with his life, even went back to his hobby – painting! But sometimes, he would stop in the middle of something and could not remember what he was doing.

Cue: weather changing. It was mizzling steadily, like the stillness that comes with Cornish mizzle. Thomas met Claire in one of the parties he attended. They talked that evening and found out that they have a lot in common. She’s an artist. Perhaps, this is the sunset after the storm, that life could be beautiful again after the accident, after the treatment and therapy. There’s nothing like seeing two improbably beautiful people fall in love, perhaps fight and reach a story’s denouement together.

https://therattlingbones.wordpress.com/2015/06/08/journal-monday-prompt-9/
https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2015/06/08/wordle-64-june-8-2015/