Send in The Clowns

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THIS WEEK’S WORDS come from “To the Student Who Asked Why He Earned a ‘C’ on an Essay about Love” by Clint Margrave: grammar, sentences, fragments, tenses, redundant, repetition, style, voice, draft, conclusion, lingering, topic

Life is like a grammar class

Full of sentences and fragments

In every class, there’s a jackass

Therefore, we need our patience

Send in the clowns

 

Got to know our voice and style

Full of repetitions and practices

Don’t have tears like a crocodile

And we’ve got to take our chances

Send in the clowns

 

Committing a lot of mistakes

Mostly redundant, still a lesson

Got to know what’s on stake

Like a lottery, wish we’ve won

Send in the clowns

 

It’s never complete, always a draft

Lingering topics, all about endurance

Got to be tough, don’t be daft

Demonstrate a great valiance

Send in the clowns

 

For: Friday Music Prompt #50: Send in the Clowns and Whirligig 66 by Magical Mystical Teacher

Too Hot To Handle – Fiction Friday Prompt #12

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Two years ago, Him Indoors decided to plant a variety of chillies. We love eating spicy food and it was a new project for him. So he ordered the seeds and was so excited when they arrived. He printed and made some labels with their descriptions and the level of hotness for each variety. Some of the chillies were Jalapenos Hungarian Wax, Serrano, Aji Amarillo, Scotch bonnet, Habanero, cayenne pepper and Bhut Jolokia or Naga Jolokia – from 2,500 to 1million Scovilles.

It was still winter when he started so he germinated them in the house, in a sort of incubation boxes, then moved them near the window sills where the sun shined. They started growing. We watched them grow, some faster than the others. He looked after them, watered them and fed them. Soon, he transferred them to some pots and as the weather improved, he moved them out in the garden.

When they were a bit bigger, we gave some away to friends as presents, so they could also have their chilli plants. They were delighted to receive them. We harvested them when they were ready. It was a delight seeing a variety of them in different colours and sizes – orange, purple, red, yellow, green. We cooked curries, salsas, jerks, arrabiatas, and add a fresh chilli or two every time we prepared our meal. We dried some of them by putting them in our airing cupboard and some were made into chilli sauce by adding some lemon juice, oil and pasteurising them. He used goggles and hand gloves when he made the sauce. We had to open all the windows as he cooked them. They were too hot to handle. Or sometimes, I cycled or walked out of the house, did some errands so I didn’t have to experienced their vapours.

One time, he was making a sauce of the hottest variety, the Bhut Jolokia (1,001,304 Scovilles – now, truly the hottest chilli pepper around). He took all the precautions, by wearing eye goggles and hand gloves. The kitchen became too hot as he was cooking them and he was getting uncomfortable and sweaty. Not thinking properly, he took his goggles off and wiped his brow with his gloved hand, but oh boy, he regretted that. Too hot to handle – he quickly washed his eyes and face with cold running water, muttering some swear words under his breath. Poor Him Indoors, what an experience with his chilli plants.

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What had happened? – Finish It! #15 and FFfAW Week of May 20, 2015

This week’s photo prompt is supplied by Dawn M. Miller
This week’s photo prompt is supplied by Dawn M. Miller

Her head was hurting. She tried to open her eyes, but her eyelids seemed so heavy. She could hear voices, like from afar. Her mouth was dry and she could not lift her arm. What had happened? Where was she?

The weather was gorgeous so Jack and Rowena decided to cycle to their favourite beer garden with a jazz band playing in the gazebo. It took them an hour and a half cycling from their house. They passed by some parks, a riverbank, crossed the bridge where they stopped to look at the view of the river and the mountains.

The jazz band was already playing when they reached the beer garden. The bought their beer and food. The garden was full of fellow cyclists and other jazz enthusiasts. They stayed for a couple of hours. On the way back, the driver of the fast car didn’t see Rowena as she crossed the road. So Rowena was thrown off the bike. They took her to the hospital straight away. Now, she was waking up and she couldn’t remember what happened.

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The Wait – FFfAW Week of 05-06-2015 and Finish It! #5

The photo is from Ady, author of the blog, The Bourne of Infinitude.
The photo is from Ady, author of the blog, The Bourne of Infinitude.

He tried to be as still as possible, peaking through the leaves, wondering if they were still out there.

They were still out there, still sailing, still looking for him.

Why couldn’t they give up? Why couldn’t they accept that he wasn’t there anymore? Surely some evidence told them so.

He faked his own death. He took his clothes and shoes off, pretending that the sea finally got into him. That he was giving up all hope and succumb to the pressure that was building up for the last couple of years. That he could not take it anymore.

He had planned it all, the spare clothes, the new passport, new identity, new beginning in another place. He just had to be patient and wait for the search to finish, lie low in this island with enough supplies to keep him through while waiting.

Did he do the right thing? Would he be able to start again after what he had gone through? Did he just give up everything? (150 words)

https://flashfictionforaspiringwriters.wordpress.com/2015/05/05/fffaw-week-of-05-06-2015/
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From a Distance – Friday Fiction, Finish It! #9 and The Prompt Week 64

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Sitting on the rock, his feet dangling in the water. It was the place he could relax, where all the pressure was lifted off his shoulders. He wished, he could share it with her though. While his eyes scanned the ocean he wondered where she would be right now, what she was doing and whom she was with.

The last time he saw her was at EDSA, they were part of the protestors at Camp Crame, wearing yellow shirts. It was in February 1986, to be exact. They were part of the crowds praying, shouting and singing together in front of tanks and armed soldiers. That was a tough time, they didn’t know what to expect. They just joined them in the spirit of cooperation and unity. They wanted freedom from dictatorship, from corruption, from poverty. They handed some sandwiches and flowers to the soldiers and the other people near them. They wanted to make a difference. It took 3 days for the revolution to be over. They were proud to be part of that history.

And then she was gone. Away from him, away from this country. She was returning to Britain where she was to get married. She always wanted to be different, to spread her wings, to explore. She went from one country to another, venturing out, experiencing life and somehow, was successful in her endeavour. She met her future husband in the chemical laboratory in Germany, where they were both training.

And as for him, he also started having a family, with 4 children in tow. He was very proud of what he has achieved, having his own business and quite successful, too. The children were all doing well in school. But from time to time, he still thinks about her. About what it could have been had they been together, what could have been had she not left the country, what could have been had he had the courage to let her know what he felt. He always wondered where she would be right now, what she was doing and whom she was with.

Friday Fiction Is Changing
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The Prompt 64

Friday Fiction – Anticipation

“Ladies and gentlemen, we’ll be landing in half an hour. So please fasten your seatbelts, put your chair in an upright position and secure all baggage underneath your seat or in the overhead compartments…Enjoy the rest of the flight.” That was the captain speaking. Luzviminda could hardly contain herself. She was coming back home after four years of being away from everyone. She left a girl, now she was coming back a well travelled lady and a fiancée. She couldn’t believe all the experience she had in those four years.

After college Luzviminda was lucky enough to be invited by her aunt to travel to France and stay with them. It was in the winter and she could still remember the delight of first seeing snow. She asked her aunt to take a photo of her and sent it to her family. France is totally different from her country and she had to learn fast. She had to learn French to start with, so she watched all comedy shows and cartoons and tried to learn the language. She also started looking for a job. It wasn’t easy but she persevered. Luckily, she managed to get a job in one of the Consulates in Geneva. Her knowledge of English got her the job, as she was doing the English correspondence, while the others were doing the French and the Amharic ones. She loved that experience.

Then, after a while, she applied to do an apprenticeship in one of Germany’s chemical company. Actually, she applied to hundreds of companies in Europe. That was one determined lady! She was accepted to do the apprenticeship in the Inorganic Department. There, she met her future husband. After six months, they had to part their ways, as he had to go back to finish his studies and Luzviminda decided to visit her father in the USA.

In America, Luzviminda found a job in a Cosmetic Company, doing the Accounts Payable. They loved her there and were impressed with her ability to learn the job well and precise. The future husband followed her there and spent summer with her. They decided to get married in the UK in a year’s time. So Luzviminda decided to go back home and informed her mother and siblings.

“I can’t wait to tell them about my experiences. I can’t wait to see them all again. Life has been good to me. And now before I start a new life, I’d like to go home first, say thanks for everything that happened and get my Mother’s blessing. Half an hour more and I’ll be home!”

Friday Fiction – Anticipation

Nikki Young Writes

Aurora is my Name – Friday Fiction – A-Z Story

Aurora is my name and I’m the youngest in the family. Baby, they call me and I don’t really mind. Chocolates, cartoons, cycling and going to the cinema are some of my favourites. Don’t get me started and I can carry on and on. Excited now is what you’re making me feel. For we are going on holiday – yay! Great, I shouted and started packing my bags.

“Hold on a minute,” my Mum said, “we haven’t decided yet where we’re going.” India, Indonesia, Iceland – you pick, Mum, I shouted from my room. “Japan, I always wanted to go to Japan,” that’s my big brother talking. “Korea would be interesting,” injected the middle one. “Lapland, to see Santa Claus!” that’s Lolita for you.

Mum looked at Dad who hasn’t said a thing. “Not a clue,” he said. Or we can go and see Granny and Grandad – I tried to be useful. Perhaps they will be happy to see all of us again. Quest for the perfect holiday, where would it be? Rajasthan, Ranthambhore to see tigers, that’s definitely a treat! Singapore, South Africa, somewhere nice?

“Thailand, Trinidad and Tobago or Tanzania?” asked my brother again. “Uganda – oh no, there’s trouble there,” the middle one is getting frightened. “Vanuatu,” Lolita’s getting clever now. “Wales!” – shouted my Dad, “that’s where we’re going.” Xxx, can’t think of anywhere else. “You said it, we’re going to Wales,” my Mum said. Zzzzz and we’re soon asleep.

Friday Fiction – A to Z Story

The Housewarming Party – Friday Fiction

This is an attempt at a 7x7x7x7 poem. The idea with this is to go to a book shelf, take the seventh book, turn to page seven and find the seventh sentence – this then becomes the first line of a seven line poem. Here’s mine:

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He glanced toward the neighbouring garden
A lot of people there and full of action
A lady was wearing the latest fashion
Invited him to join the fun
And made his day brighten
He started drinking bourbon
And his face turned crimson

Friday Fiction – Jokes for Dads

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Bayanihan – Friday Fiction – Celebration

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“Bayanihan” mural by Carlos Francisco

It took quite some time when Ricardo and Corazon decided to move to another barrio*. Ricardo’s father recently died and he’d like to be near his mother for her old age. The children Maria and Jose were happy to be living near their Lola*.

When news spread that they were moving, some friends and neighbours volunteered to help the family move to their new place. The day was set and everyone was there. It’s called bayanihan* in the Philippines. It literally means carrying the house to its new location. This was done by putting bamboo poles forming a strong frame to lift the stilts from the ground and carrying the whole house with the men positioned at the ends of each pole. There must be around 20 men carrying the house. The rest of the neighbours helped carry their other belongings. They sang and made jokes as they walked to the new place.

When they’ve reached their destination, the women started preparing for a small fiesta* for everyone – volunteers, friends, neighbours. They cooked rice, adobo*, sinigang* and other Filipino dishes and desserts. Ricardo and Corazon hosted the fiesta. It was their way of saying thank you to everyone. Now it was time to celebrate! Three cheers! Mabuhay!*

*barrio – a district in town
*lola – grandmother
*bayanihan – spirit of communal unity or effort to achieve a particular objective
*fiesta – feast
*adobo – chicken or pork cooked with soy sauce, vinegar and garlic
*sinigang – sour soup, usually with tamarind or guava leaves
*Mabuhay! – Cheers! (could also be Welcome!)

Friday Fiction – Celebration

Nikki Young Writes