Wishes For The Kinder Hearts

Remember those lovely genies who grant wishes? Well, you’re one and you’ve just been emancipated from your restrictive lamp. You can give your three wishes to whomever you want. Who do you give your three wishes to, and why?

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Regardless of the fact that I’d be green, being a genie would be pretty badass. I’d have the ability of flight. I’d be able to have supernatural strength and much more. But I don’t think living in a tiny container for years would be that enjoyable.

If I were to be released from my lamp, I’d probably save my wishes for someone who needs it.

I won’t go giving a million dollars to my sister. And I won’t make my best friend the world’s top Olympic swimmer. No, I’d probably go around looking for someone who wants to eliminate disease. Or someone who wants to give every single oppressed person his/her freedom or dignity back.

I wouldn’t simply give it to someone, I’d seek someone who’s pure of  heart, someone who could perceive the value of the three mutters of I want.

Although I know there’s no one who’s pure. But someone who can think of other people, besides her/himself. Is pure enough for me. Someone who’s stories usually end with someone else. Who knows, maybe if s/he is pure-ish, they’d be in for a treat.

The Cat, Elena and The Towel

Today, you can write about whatever you what — but your post must include, in whatever role you see fit, a cat, a bowl of soup, and a beach towel.

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Warning: To all readers, don’t judge this post upon its accuracy or sense-making; for the 1st thing to come to my mind when reading the word ‘Trio’ was Harry Potter, Hermione Granger and Ron Weasley.

It was a hot summer day in the land of Weirdogrounds. Victoria Kit, the black Egyptian Mau cat, was perched on the dewy grass of the Green Hills. She never liked the Summer. Nor did she the sun. But as hard as it was to escape the grip of her loving owner, she managed to take refuge on the—for what ever reason—always cool Green Hills.

Suddenly, a beautiful but sad melody sounded from somewhere not far away:

Oh, the sadness on these hills
Oh, the precious tears
Growing colder by the day
Growing older, and heat fades away
To be punished for no bad deed
To be exiled for being me
Was it my fault? To be made in a none-preservative pot
They left me here, because I wasn’t hot
The humans walked away from me
And now they left me be
I cry my tears
Is it all my fault?
That I want them to eat me

Victoria, annoyed by the sound, walked about the hills looking for its source. And then, a flash of light ran across the grass at Victoria front paws. Unconsciously, she jumped the light, and although she knew it wasn’t physically touchable, she couldn’t resist the urge to catch it. And after a few minutes of jumping, chasing and excited tail wiggling, Victoria hit something with her paw.

Hey, what the sun you cat?”

Victoria looked at the talker questioningly. What the what? She thought.

“You could have spilled me!”

Victoria came close to the talker, and she realized who it was. Well, more precisely, what it was.

It was, The Bawling Bowl.

Victoria toke a few steps away. She wouldn’t want to get mixed with these kind of creepy crawlers.

“You’re a black, orphan and infertile cat. So don’t you even think about looking down at me.” Bawling Bowl said. “I’m Elena, also known as The Bawling Bowl. But you can call me BB.”

Victoria looked at her as if she was a mental defective.

“Yeah, right. You’re a cat, you can’t talk.” BB said. “Sorry.”

Victoria walked to BB, and and patted her mouth with her paw. And shook her head.

“No, I’ll sing Kit. I’ll sing as much as I want. I was left here, to die.”

Victoria smacked the top of her own head with her paw. Elena (Bawling Bowl) was not left to die, she was simply a part of a picnic meal, and she went cold because it’s always cold at Green Hills. So her owners just didn’t eat her, and forgot her, which was shitty. But what can you do. (Most certainly not spend the rest of your life lamenting what could have been.)

“We need a towel. There’s a drop of me on the side of me.”

With Victoria’s piercing vision, she spotted a towel, a beach towel, on the beach. She nodded towards the beach behind the hills.

“What?”

She licked her and ran towards the beach. BB followed.

And they started the quest to find the beach towel.

The Four Seasons (Not Vivaldi’s)

The idea that the weather and people’s moods are connected is quite old. Do you agree? If yes, how does the weather affect your mood?

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Weather changes my mood alright. And not always in a good way.

I love Winter, for simple, and complicated reasons. One is that I simply like winter clothes, and I think they are way more stylish than summer’s. And then there’s the fact that I just like to feel cold. Not in a weird way, just the little chill on my nose. I like that.

And I think that it’s better to be cold than hot; I mean, if you’re cold, you can always put on more clothes. But if you’re hot, how much can you take off, really!

And I just like to stand outside my house, and feel the wind hitting my cheeks, and think about the meanings of life. And my purposes on it. (Way too cliché right!)

Spring is probably the worst season. Ever. I mean the weather isn’t cold,  nor is it hot. And don’t get me started on the allergies.

Summer isn’t always bad. But I just can’t stand the heat. And my clothes stick to me. But I always like to stare at the sun, and feels the warmth on my skin. God this contradicts everything I’ve said about Winter. Sometimes I find it hard to coup with my odd personality(s).

Autumn, I like Autumn. It rains in Autumn. I like rain, so I like Autumn.

But I like movie Autumn better, where the sky is grey and cloudy, and the trees are shades of yellow, the wind picks up the dead leaves and swirls them in the air. That’s the kind of Autumn I want. That’s the kind of Autumn I don’t have.

And all around the year, I try to keep a positive attitude, I try to always be happy, and to see the good in life. If it’s the Winter I love. Or the Spring that I hate, the Summer that vitalizes my Grumpy-Side, or the Autumn that I like better in movies. I like to stay good; because life’s a weird thing, and you just have to out weird it.

Where’s Your Head, Daily Post?

A Pulitzer-winning reporter is writing an in-depth piece – about you. What are the three questions you really hope she doesn’t ask you?

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This prompt-to me-is very unpractical; it doesn’t give you space to be creative; you’re going to write three questions you don’t want their answers to be viewed publicly, but you’re going to write about them in you’re public blog?! Seriously!

But since I’m here, I guess the three questions would be:

-What’s your darkest secret?

Because obviously no one wants too tell their darkest secret.

-Who’s your most favorite friend?

Because that’s a very stupid question; many people would think they are my favorites, and you can’t possibly have 13 best friends!

-……….

Don’t really know a third question.

See, it’s unpractical!

A Soul’s Treasure

While walking on the beach you stumble on a valuable object buried in the sand — say, a piece of jewelry or an envelope full of cash. What do you do with it? Under what circumstances would you keep it?

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I was wandering on the beach the other day, my pants’ legs rolled to my mid-calf, my shoes dangling from my right hand.

It was a sunny summer day, the sun was a little hot against my skin, the air was salty and droplets of sea water landed on my face every now and then. Children were running around me and tackling each other, pinning each other to the ground. The smooth sand tickling my feet, and slipping in between my toes.

I walked slowly, blankly staring ahead of me. I winced; something hard and round poked the inside of my right foot. I dropped my shoes and grabbed my foot. Below my hurt foot, I saw something glittering in the sun, I looked hard, it was a yellow bell.

Down on my knees, I picked it up, and as I carried it off the ground, it pulled a pink collar from under the sand. It rang as I dangled it between my eyes. I inspected the collar, it had KITTY written on it in dark pink letters.

I shook it, and the bells rang rather violently. A little cat ran towards me, meowing ever so softly. She rubbed on my legs, her fur tickling my bare skin. I tickled her head. She had an abnormally large head, big round yellow eyes, bow-shaped ears and a short bronze coat. From all the Cats 101 I’d watched, I decided she was an Exotic Shorthair.

I carried her, and she purred. I looked around the beach all day, no one knew anything about Kitty. But I’d known so; the collar had been way too submerged in the sand to have been there for only a couple of hours.

And I can’t say I hadn’t been happy about it.

I posted a newspaper ad. And prayed no one would call.

Two months later, no one called. I ran to the newspaper once I got up, almost forgetting to change. And I took down the ad.

Two years later, I’m in my bed, with Kitty,on my lap, reading with me.

I might have not found any treasure that day on the beach, but the little 5 pounds collar led me to what is more valuable to me than all the treasures in the world.

 

(Disclaimer: This is completely a work of fiction. I do not claim this is a true story. Any correspondence to similar real-life events is not the authors responsibility.)

A Name For Me? Not Quite Yet

Some writers’ names have becomes adjectives: Kafkaesque, marxist, Orwellian, sadistic. If your name (or nickname, or blog name) were to become an adjective, what would it mean?

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To be honest, I don’t think my name’s going to be linked to an adjective any time soon; I haven’t published any notable work and I don’t have a heavy-or light-fanbase. (no offense to my twelve lovely followers)

But I can say that I have a few adjectives of my own, I will ask the closest people to me to describe me in one word. And then I’ll list them with the person’s name:

  • A shoulder
    -Toka, my lovely lovely sister.
  • Loving
    -Mother, my safest home.
  • Confused
    -My second mother; my aunt.
  • Soul Guard
    -Sherouk, my eldest sister, the mother of my light. And my accord.

This is the closest thing I’ve got for an adjective resembling me. I guess later on in life I might as well have an adjective figured out.

But up till now, I’ve got my family’s opinion and it’s more than enough.

Excuse My Rude…

When was the last time you really wanted (or needed) to say something, but kept quiet? Write a post about what you should’ve said.

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As I have made a promise to myself that I will right only truth, and absolute truth on this blog. I’m making this post about something personal and really annoying. Only because this is the last time I remember I should’ve fought for myself more. Or maybe it’s because it was a time which really made me feel like crap.

Just to clear things out, it was really no big deal, and if it was anything, it sure as hell didn’t need to be a three day long argument. Which ended up with me having to bite my tongue only because the other party was eleven years older than me. Which gave him leverage.

It was a silly argument about a touchy subject, to me at least. And things wind up after three days of word battling, With me being called a person who lacks natural instincts, or with damaged ones. By someone who has barley spent a year around me, someone who knows so little about me, but can somehow give me a psychological analysis.

But I should’ve said what I thought, I should’ve said to that one person, that he can’t always be right. And that maybe, I had a point, that he just couldn’t perceive; because he was too blindsided by his own opinion. I should’ve said that he had no right to question my god-given instincts. Because they are mine. They are God-given so no one has right to question them, or verify them but God.
And also one last thing; if you have the right to question my natural instincts, why can’t anyone question yours.

It’s a simple relation really; give and take; action and reaction.

I might sound a little extreme, but this really has affected me, in a not so pleasant way. As I was questioned in front of so many people, by so many people whose knowledge of me didn’t-and still doesn’t-exceed a month or two.

I might be young. But I still have an opinion, and I demand it be respected. I’d compromised for a special person. But I’m still-after three months-not happy about it.

Time Makes Deep

Which good memories are better — the recent and vivid ones, or those that time has covered in a sweet haze?

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Memories are one of the keys to our existence and we tend to forget that. We only realize how important memories are when we forget something, and we can’t remember what it is.

But as precious and important memories are, they still have a dark side to them. Just like everything else.

But today, it’s all about the light side of our memories.

Which is better, good memories that are long gone but still carved in our minds, blurry and undetailed. Only they wash over you, coating you with an intense aura of gladness, and glee? Or recent good memories, which you can see in detail, the lips of your friend moving, saying something that made you smile, the hands of a loved one, wrapping around you, caging you in an embrace you don’t want to be freed from. Running tingles all over your body?

Well, the answer here is quite puzzling. (That is in my point of view.)

I believe both are very different; therefore they can’t be compared.

Long-passed memories are very effective in subduing depressing emotions and moments; you don’t need to think of the details. All you’ve got to do is think hard enough, and the feelings will wrap you and it will-and I guarantee it will-ease the pain.

Recent, vivid moments are the best to remember when your at family gathering, at a toast, when you’re telling stories to your children or your love interest, or even in a funeral; these memories will show on your face, you’d feel the love for each and every person as you look in their eyes.

Old, memories, those are for you. Recent memories are for everyone to remember.

My Own Faux Mind Reading Session

Who’s the last person you saw before reading this prompt? Whether it’s a family member, a coworker, or a total stranger, write a post about what that person is thinking right now.

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Ok, I was going to make this one in a video. But, I decided today’s prompt wasn’t suitable for video so, I’m going to write this.

Before reading this prompt, I had last seen my sister, Toka. (An Arabic word; I’m Egyptian)
We were actually quarreling about something I don’t remember, but it’s probably lame.

Me and my sister are really close, we’re like two puzzle pieces that complement each other.

Although we fight. A  lot. But we really are BFFS.

I think my sister’s thinking that she hates me, my other sister, and me again. But she usually comes around.

Although she might be negative A lot of times. But I can’t stop loving her. Blood’s thicker than arguments, you see.

Clash Of The Gadgets

Your local electronics store has just started selling time machines, anywhere doors, and invisibility helmets. You can only afford one. Which of these do you buy, and why?

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There are three intriguing choices regarding the above question. And come to think of it, you would like the three of them, right?
To make such a critical choice, you have to think thoroughly and wisely. So, I’ve got the brilliant-Oh my ego-idea to list the Pros. and Cons. of each of the three gadgets. In my point of view.

Pros. Of The Time Machine: (Assuming this a classic Time Machine with one’s basic functions.)

  • A Time Machine would be very handy when trying to explore different cultures that took place many centuries ago. Like the Pharaohs and the Mayans…etc.
  • A Time Machine would help in explaining events that happened centuries or decades ago, which affected our nowadays life. Like the extinction of Dinosaurs, the Big Bang period, the previous Ice Ages…etc.
  • A Time Machine would help me as I am obsessed with stuff, to develop my obsessions. (For me it’s Books and Movies. I am a fanboy)
    Examples; as I’m a PotterHead-someone in the Harry Potter fandom-I would go back in time and buy the first copy in the world of the first Harry Potter book…etc.

Cons. Of A Time Machine: (Assuming this a classic Time Machine with one’s basic functions.)

  • A Time Machine would enable thieves to go back in time and steal historic objects and sell them in the black market for billions of dollars when they return. Or know which card will win in the lottery and buy it and win…etc.
  • A Time Machine would allow many mistakes to happen in the past that would change the future. And no matter how careful a mistake is bound to happen we are only humans.
  • And as I always say, although there are many things I regret, there is nothing that I would change. So I am against using Time Machines to change our pasts.

This is all for The Time Machine, for now.

Pros. Of Anywhere Doors: (Assuming this a classic Anywhere Door with one’s basic functions.)

  • An Anywhere Door wold be handy in situations like being late for work, school…etc.
  • An Anywhere Door would help in cheap traveling.
  • An Anywhere Door would let me explore new worlds and such.

Cons. Of Anywhere Doors: (Assuming this a classic Anywhere Door with one’s basic functions.)

  • An Anywhere Door would allow theft, which I hate.
  • An Anywhere Door would allow illegal migrations.
  • An Anywhere Door would allow upsetting people in other worlds.

No further opinion on the Anywhere Door at this point.

Pros. Of Invisibility Helmets: (Assuming this a classic Invisibility Helmet with one’s basic functions.)

I couldn’t find anything pro-ey to think of. So, I’d love it if you submit your thoughts in the comments.

Cons. Of Invisibility Helmets: (Assuming this a classic Invisibility Helmet with one’s basic functions.)

  • An Invisibility Helmet would allow theft.
  • An Invisibility Helmet would allow many immoral actions.

Last of my opinions on the Invisibility Helmet. And I think we all know how will this gadget end up.

Now, the time has come. The final decision. [Dramatic music plays and the spot light moves on me]

I have disowned the Time Machine, and obviously, I also did the Invisibility Helmet. Only one remains, the Anywhere Door.

Although its cons. are many but I see they are the least severe. And with proper laws, it could be controlled.

Anywhere doors are very practical, and fun. I can travel to anywhere I want without awful, miserable, disgusting mundane means of transportation.
Transportation to other worlds-I’m a believer in supernaturals-would be finally possible.
And lastly, I could turn the light off without getting out of bed; only by putting my hand trough the door. (am a lazy person)

Best of wishes. And may the odds be ever in your favor.