Un…

Many wish to do much. He wishes to undo. He wishes to unact his part, to unruin the ruins. He wants to uncreate the troubles yet he does not how, how to stop it, how to rewind it. Though that does not suffice, he wants to unplay all the scenes, to unrecord the spectacle. This cannot proceed. He wants to unsay what was said, unwrite the things he wrote, unpromise the things he promised. Why can’t he unremember, unpack the memories trapped in his mind? If only all could be unknown, undone, now and forever. If only it were possible to unfeel the pain and to uninflict it, to unfear the spotlight and unspot the light. Why hasn’t he the right to unsee her shadows in the darkness, or to unhear the whispered cries of the lost; those talking terrors? He prays to untaste his share of bittersweet. He needs to unregret the mistakes, he wants to unblame himself. He wants to unwed her, to ungive her, to untake from her. Perhaps even he could unbreak the broken. He wants to unlove her. To unfind her only to unlose her, how soothing that would be!
If he could only unend her performance. Had he the power to unclose the curtains, nothing would have stopped him. He wants to uncut her life’s cord. He wants to unbe rather than she. He wants to undig the holes and unbury the burdens.

The deeds done he cannot undo. So he wants to unlive.

Green

I am currently taking this very interesting writing course that I am very excited about.

I will probably share more things I write during this course in the future.

Here is an example of something I wrote…

In my green nightmare jar:
– is a green-eyed monster tearing me apart
– is a light willing to move forward when I wish to stay put
– is a picture of a forest that is no more
– is an alligator hoping to feast
– is a vegetable I despise

I can’t think of a sixth one. Can you?

Robin Williams passed away today, and I, as many others, feel the need to write about it. Play my part in his tribute, even if no one besides myself reads this.
I honestly still cannot believe it. He was an incredible person. I loved his acting, his talent. I did not know he was suffering from depression. I feel terrible at the moment.

Everyone says he was a kind person. And truthfully, you can see that through his eyes. They look so immensely kind.

We can never forget you Robin Williams. Never.

August 5th prompt, written the next day

There are things we are convinced can never happen. We use expressions like “when pigs fly” (knowing that pigs will never fly) and then swear something (certain that we will never have to answer to these words). Well, if someone ever used an odd phrase, such as “when a coffee shop runs out of coffee”, then I hope you are prepared to abide by your word. Because something happened. On that day, the unthinkable happened: the coffee shop ran out of coffee.
It might, actually it must, sound funny. It’s a joke, right? A coffee shop running out of coffee? It’s like saying pigs are flying and bouncing all over the place. Just a joke…. Nope. No joke. No coffee either. It’s almost three o’clock in the afternoon and there is no more coffee to serve to the angry customers. It was not Jordan’s job to get coffee. This is her after school/ week-end job. All she has to do is serve coffee, which she does. And she happens to have served her last cup to a elderly woman. And now, what can she possibly do? She’s been trying to reach the manager but he won’t answer his phone. She’s been trying to call her parents for advice but they seem to not know they have phones. Apparently, pigs are out to get her in this world. What can she do? Yes, she’ll put up a closed for emergency sign, no more customers. Yes. And then? She’ll continue to call her boss. Yes, she will, it’s not her fault. No, it isn’t. They can’t fire her. If anyone should be fired it’s the supplier, it’s the manager, it’s the mailman, it’s anyone but her. No, she can’t get fired.
A few blocks away her parents are arguing, they hadn’t argued for a while now but suddenly they decided to. Why? Because this was an odd day. Between shouts, slammed doors, more shouts, neither had heard their phones ringing.
A few more blocks away, Jordan’s manager, Josh, was sitting in his old car. He was 26 years old, rather good-looking, and was in love. He was in love with his best friend. And on that day, of all days, he decided to admit his feelings to her. But, not knowing how, he decided to sit in his car until a brilliant idea fell from the sky. And suddenly it did. It was courage.
A distance a few blocks away from the car is a girl named Adrianne who is tired of so many things. She is a journalist and she loves her job but hates her boss. She needs excitement in her life but can’t deal with anything. She’d been up all night, then she slept for a few hours then she woke up around one o’clock and couldn’t find anything to do. She decided to go out for a cup of coffee. There was no doubt as to where she was headed. Her friend Josh worked at the best coffee shop in the neighborhood and she really needed to vent. Once arrived, at the door, she finds its closes, she peeks inside and sees a girl, probably a teenager, on the phone. She seems worried. Oh, yes, that is Jordan. She’d been working there for a few weeks now. They had become friends very quickly. She hadn’t noticed her at first but once she did, she knocked at the door. Evidently irritated because so many customers had already done this, Jordan was preparing a “sorry but not really sorry” face when she saw her friend and rushed to unlock the door. She told her of the crisis she was having and Adrianne offered to call Josh.
He was still in his car when he got yet another phone call. He’d either rejected or ignored the previous ones, they were from Jordan. He was in a trance, one caused by the woman he loved and had forgotten about his co-worker. However when Adrianne called he answered immediately and heard something about missing coffee. It took him a while to register the words but once he did he started his car and headed for the shop, glad that he now had a reason to see her.
When Josh arrived he dealt with the coffee incident first. It was indeed the supplier’s fault. He was happy to show off his manager skills in front of Adrianne. Showing off is always a guy’s favorite activity in front of a girl he likes.
Adrianne was bored and stuck around to see where this would take her. Nowhere probably but she had nothing better to do anyway. After talking to Jordan for a while, Josh came and fixed the problem. He was funny when he was trying to be serious over the phone but at the same time be respectful. She’d known him for so long and knew him so well. She knew he was afraid for his job, and even more for that of Jordan’s given that she had done no wrong, but that they’re boss was a little tough. They talked until the coffee arrived, they went to work and she helped them as much as she could, hoping this day would pass peacefully.
Jordan was relieved but still scared. Josh was happy and scared. Adrianne was worried and happy to do something unexpected. Jordan’s parents were arguing but had a chance at working things out.
The day ended. The coffee shop had plenty of coffee. They’d made more money than expected. Their boss never figured anything out. The parents weren’t too happy with one another but after hearing about Jordan’s day and regretting that they couldn’t help her, they knew they’d eventually work things out. Jordan realized hard work has its rewards, life was not always perfect, but that everything, thanks to God, works out in the end. And Adrianne, upon hearing Josh’s kind words of love, realized that he was that missing element that made her feel so bored all the time. And they all lived happily ever after? Not a chance, but they lived as happily as life would permit them.

Why did the coffee shop run out of coffee? Because someone had once said “When pigs fly, a coffee shop will run out of coffee”. And on some other day, some other person bought a trampoline and was playing with their pigs on it (he lived on a farm). Someone should have been more specific: “When pigs fly of their own accord, a coffee shop will run out of coffee”.

Zigzag

When I first read this I thought: “This is so very interesting but it’s a shame I don’t have anything to share.” And then I got an idea: Harry Potter’s scar. I am seventeen but I love Harry Potter, and I always will. It’s depth is beyond me so I thought it would be cool to use the scar. (And to be quite frank I still think it would be). But, as one idea often leads to another, I thought of something else. I thought of Life. And here is the best I could find.

http://dailypost.wordpress.com/dp_photo_challenge/zigzag/

It was as dark as night when they headed out on their lunch break. A storm was headed their way. One that had never before been experienced by either hard working men. It was the middle of June, temperatures were rising every day – especially around midday – and it was not quite understandable how the skies had turned this color so quickly when a moment ago the sun was burning any bald man’s head. But, as in the case of many questions in this world, human logic is simply not the answer. Thus the men decided to eat quickly and head back into the building. There was no reason to stay long out under the new conditions that had arisen. They went to the nearest sandwich shop, on foot. There was no cab in site, no car for that matter. It took them ten minutes to reach it, fifteen minutes to order, eat and pay, and another ten minutes to head back. And with almost another half hour to spare, and no activity that would allow them to take advantage of the extra time, they began speaking, speaking of the most random subjects, but something must pass the time.
“So do you have any plans for tonight?” asked the twenty-eight year old, John.
“Not quite. Ella wishes to stay home. To tell you the truth I am rather tired. We have been overworked these past few weeks” he added in a hushed tone. He being the thirty year old one, Michael.
“Ah, I wish I could say the same. Michelle has been dying to go out. And with the opening of that new restaurant not too far from here, I’ve no excuses.”
“Well, enjoy the time you have with your wife. Might not be long before there’s company and then you’ll be wishing you could sneak a night out with her.” Replied Michael.
“How is the little girl?” inquired John.
“Worth every sleepless night. She really grows fast, so fast.” He answered with a tender smile. His daughter would be one year old tomorrow.
“What do you reckon this sky means? It’s been forty minutes, the color hasn’t changed and there’s no rain. It’s really very odd.”
“Perhaps it’ll be your excuse not to go out tonight.” Joked Michael.

The two men had known each other for six years, when John first started working at the recycling company. They’d become fast friends, they had lunch every weekday together. Michael had been John’s best man, and John had been the most supportive a friend could be through the difficult childbirth Ella had endured. She had almost lost her life. The two were not just inseparable but they had a friendship, a bond stronger than that of any others. They were linked together by a mutual understanding and admiration of each other, for diverse reasons.

The sky was indeed a mystery to them that day. It’s color did not alter for the next few days. Indeed, John did not go out that Friday night. As I have mentioned to you, human logic is not always the right answer to everything. Michael and John knew that, but somehow could not apply it here. Why? Because when something is staring you right in the face, you often deny it because you simply fail to see it. What’s rather interesting however, is that the color of the sky reflected upon the eye of the beholder. Neither spoke of it to anyone, as though deep inside both knew only they could see it. To others around them, the sky was as a blue as ever. And a different question had just appeared: why is it, that only they perceived it? When all is seemingly well, it is scary. It means something not so well is lurking around the corner. However, when things are imperfect, it is reassuring for it means that difficult times can be overcome, and that you are not too lucky. Because when you are so very lucky, it only means that something bad is about to fall upon you, whereas when things are hard on you, only good can come of it, at least, it means that you will turn into a stronger person.
The dark sky, was it truly a figment of their imagination? Why was it there? Were both men tired of living such a monotonous life? Were they bored out of their minds? Were they ungrateful for how fortunate they were? The dark sky, was it simply a warning? And more importantly, did it ever go away?

I leave those answers to be the figment, of your imagination.

Writing prompt.

Going on vacation was usually so much work, but this year it was going to be different. Lennox was a motivated woman. She believed in her independence. She believed in her work. She believed in herself. She also believed that a vacation would only slow her down. Thus she never went on one. Her vacations consisted of piles of paper that needed to be read, re-written, signed, etc. And because her co-workers, unlike her, never stayed in, going on vacation was usually too much work for her. But this year, she’d decided that maybe it was time for a change. Maybe she needed to find some peace of mind. Maybe she needed to forget her obligations. Perhaps what she currently needed was time alone, contemplating nature. Of course if someone were to join her during this contemplation she would not refuse. She missed listening to people talk about their lives in an environment unrelated to her job. She missed her friends. She did not know where they were now. She needed new friends. She needed just one friend. She needed just one person who would allow her to talk, to be loved. She needed someone to like and to like her. She needed to enjoy a nice view, thank God for how fortunate she was, and spend a nice week-long vacation with a nice person. She just needed a friend. She needed something normal in her life, something stable and constant, something that would ask her to sacrifice anything. She longed for happiness but she knew not where to find it. She needed an escape. But would one lead her to peace of mind? When can you say that you have reached utter happiness? When do you feel your journey has ended? When do you begin to understand what your journey is? Is there even a journey? Or are we just fooling ourselves? Why do we pretend to understand Life when in reality we haven’t and know we never will? No one will. And perhaps the only way to reach that peace of mind is to accept that this Life is not the end. Maybe we will stop fighting once our minds have truly grasped the fact that it’s not over. Maybe. Maybe if we stopped thinking only of ourselves and our immediate surroundings, maybe if we just opened our eyes we would be able to see. Maybe then we would be contempt. Maybe then we would enjoy life. Maybe if we were honest, maybe if we lived according to morals, maybe if we listened to God more, maybe we would be happy. And maybe then we would die in peace, if God may allow it, He who is so merciful. And maybe then what follows the little time spent on Earth would be wonderful. And then you would come out a winner, either way. And, maybe then, Lennox will enjoy her vacation.

Corruption these days is hypocrite. 

So my question is this: Why?

“L’hypcrisie est un vice à la mode, et tout les vices à la mode passent pour vertu.” – Molière, the great Molière.

Did I tell you that I speak French? And Arabic?

This prompt is pretty old but I found it very interesting. So, here goes nothing.

It was the most advanced weapon ever built, yet no one was afraid of it. It had been around for over 50 years. For now, it was a weapon of mass destruction, yet no one was afraid of it, anymore. Of course when it was built those on whom it was used were frightened. Of course they did not know it was coming, but it came, and when it did, they were terrified. Those who created it perhaps were not as fearful. Those who created it, those who controlled it, had nothing to fear. Fear seems to never have been integrated in their hearts. Nor was sense integrated in their minds for that matter. Instead something terrible ran through their veins. Something that is inside all of us, only some of us chose to turn the other cheek, look inside our hearts, dig deeper, look beyond, and do what is right.

It is the most advanced weapon ever built (that I know of at least), yet no one is afraid of it. Why? Because it cannot be used. If it is it won’t be WWIII, no, it’ll be the end of humanity. Although I wonder sometimes, has the end of humanity already arrived? Not physically I mean, but mentally, morally. I hope not. It’s not too late to change, it never is.

It was and is the most advanced weapon ever built, and we are all afraid of it. Can you guess of what I speak?

There was something very different about him after the long business trip. His friend couldn’t quite put his finger on it, but Joe was certain that his roommate had changed during this trip. Something had happened to him, or he’d suddenly been enlightened. Joe wasn’t sure but he planned on showing his friend that changes went unnoticed. They’d known each other for too long for this to be meaningless. Joe and Miles were very close, they met in college as psychology majors. However, just seven months ago, Miles had received an offer from an important company in the city and claimed he couldn’t turn it down. Thus he left his passion for a more practical option. Joe hadn’t minded until today. Today his friend seemed strange to him. It seemed as though Miles was trying to cover something up, though he knew not what.

“Could I talk to you for a moment?” asked Joe.

“Sure. What about?”

“Well – and I’m not jumping to any conclusions here – but it seems to me that you’ve been acting in  a rather odd manner this past week, ever since you came back from your, ah, trip.”

“Really? Well I wonder what might’ve given you that impression.” Replied Joe as he scratched his chin, a reflex Miles knew came only when he felt pressured. However, pretending not to have noticed he continued:

“I don’t know, generally when you leave for a weekend or such you’re in a better mood. You’ve been distant, I’ve noticed, and I’m just worried.”

“No, no… No need to worry. No need whatsoever. So how have you been Miles?”

“Fine, just fine.” He nodded and decided it would be best to leave it at that, at least he’d spoken his mind. His friend would tell him what was bothering him when the time came, eventually.

 

Miles was surprised his flat-mate did not attempt to question him further. He had been mentally preparing different answers when he found that they were not needed. Joe simply continued talking about his affairs whilst he was away. He was equally surprised that he hadn’t figured out the reason he’d been quiet since he’d returned, considering that he had warned him, a few months ago. Perhaps he was still engaged in his attempts to figure it out. In any case, he wasn’t going to take risks. He’ll have try to show his friend that nothing had changed and that he was the same as when he’d left. Although, he knew that was not the case.

A few days later, the two went out to watch a football game at another friends’ apartment. Try as he might though, Miles was not his usual fun self, everything about him screamed change. And this time, others noticed, and others inquired after the truth. But Miles was as reluctant to admit to anything as he’d been with Joe. However now, he seemed distressed, he seemed preoccupied with God knows what.

Miles was preoccupied. How could he not be? After what had happened during the longest week of his life. It was completely unlike him. He couldn’t believe what he’d done. Of course it had changed him, how could it not? Oh God, he thought, I am in big trouble. How do I get out of this? The answer he didn’t know was this: you can’t get out of this. One way in, no way out.

If Joe had been aware of the seriousness of the situation he would not have stopped asking questions. The extent of his thoughts were that his friend had fallen in love and now was too shy to admit it. Huh, if he only knew the truth…