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I needed quiet. Not my old grey office filled with noises and distractions. No, I had to find a haven where I could be calm. I knew only one place that would do. My favourite café.
The walk to Chez Amos was a nightmare. I hadn't left my house in weeks, so I wasn't excactly au courant with the outside world. My headache was pounding with no end, and the noises of cars didn't exactly help. I used to love counting the colours of bypassing vehicles, but now I only saw the same, boring, black. Not exactly an inspiring sight, which made me wish I lived with the Philippians in ancient Greece. Every day would feel like genesis, a new beginning. Suddenly, a girl's figure, wearing an emerald pendant, caught my eye.
"He meets a girl..." I mumbled to myself, "The girl with the emerald necklace..." My eyes went blank as I entered a different world, seeing a young man around his twenties. His hair was a light chestnut, contrasting his dark unkept beard. The man's navy eyes caught the gaze of a young girl holding a bouquet of flowers. He didn't notice them. What interested him was her necklace, carrying a powerful green gemstone. He...
I shook my head irritatedly as I returned to the real world. "No, no, that won't do."
They all knew me in the restaurant. I came there more often than any of their customers, most times without inspiration. Ruth, the young waitress, was adding cream to a salad au gratin. She waved at me, smiling warm-heartedly. Some called her Rose, which fit her because she was very beautiful, always the belle of the ball no matter where she might be. The chef didn't even notice me. My favourite spot was taken by a chubby, bronze-skinned man stuffing his face with pizza. Frustrated, I took the table in front of him. The morning had just begun, and I was already annoyed and tired. It was a terrible beginning to a terrible day. I started writing, hoping it would distract me.
Every day, Daniel wished of a unique day. A day without repetition, without déjà vu's. But it always haunted him, and it never left his mind. Looking for calm, the young man walked to
I looked around for ideas.
...his favorite restaurant, Exile of Kings. The blonde waitress smiled sweetly at him as he entered. She always remembered his name, and he always forgot hers. Luckily for Daniel, she was wearing a name tag. Judith Rosemary. She also bore a necklace. A quite cureous...
"You misspelled curious." I jumped in surprise, whirling around to find a man gazing at me with a wide, white smile. His face and fingers were yellow with cheese. "It's c-u-r-i-o-u-s."
"Yes, I know how to spell curious," I responded with a harsh tone, "I'm an author."
"Me too. Don't you just love proverbs?" He waited for a response, but when I gave none, he continued. "My favorite is plus ça change, plus c'est la même chose. I love the French." I nodded awkwardly. Of course the silence caused the man to continue speaking. "I'm Jonah, and you?"
"Judith."
"Like the character in your story?"
"You really do notice a lot."
"Can I call you Jude?" What a sitzpinkler. Does he ever stop talking? I thought.
"I really need to continue writing."
"Of course, of course." Finally, peace and quiet.
...emerald necklace.
"Where did you get that?" he inquired. Judith laughed, touching the ornament idly.
"This? I found it by the
"You know where I go to write? The city park. It's a real rus in urbe, as the romans would say it." I sighed frustratedly. Loudly, so Jonah could hear it. "I also do math there. I love numbers, especially..." I did not let him finish.
"Can we talk later?" I interrupted, "Please?"
"Well, someone's feeling a bit blue. What's troubling you sweetheart?"
"Please don't call me that. And I'm suffering from writer's block."
"I can help you. I have a lot of wisdom in the field of writing," he continued, his throat like a never-ending fountain of words. I didn't even bother responding. It would only serve as fuel for his mouth.
"This? I found it by the river in a bed of violet flowers."
"Make them periwinkle. I love that colour."
"God damn it, Jonah. Will you please?" But he was not listening. Of course he wasn't.
"You know, I had a revelation in a dream last night. I was in the St. Peter's Basillica, right? And I was singing psalms in a choir."
"Jonah, let me..."
"No, no. Just listen. I sang the song of songs, that's how good I was. And so I realised, that I shouldn't be a writer. I should be a singer." I sighed. Suddenly my old grey office didn't seem as horrible anymore.
"That's good," Daniel responded. The end.
"Well, I think I'm done here. A bit of a cliché ending, but what can you do, right? It was nice meeting you." I almost ran out of my former favourite café, Jonah shouting something after me. I really hated my job.
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FFM 29: In the Morning
When the morning comes, Pasqual will rise. His hearing aid will need to have batteries put in so that he’ll be able to hear something beyond the jumbled muted cacophony that normally overwhelms his ears.
Once Pasqual can better hear through the wind tunnel that is day-to-day life, he’ll sit down to a breakfast parfait that includes blueberries. Blueberries are Pasqual’s favorite fruit, and he'll find the blueberries to be perfectly ripe--the right amount of tangy sweetness. Pasqual’s parfait will only include a small amount of granola, because he’ll discover he’s running low.
Pasqual will have
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Grandma
Frosty the snowman, jingle bells, silent night,
Always sound the same but it doesn’t feel right.
And Christmas just reminds me that you’re not here,
Even more than any other day of the year.
Mom can’t handle the silence, so she never comes home.
The tree is lit, the house is quiet, and I’m here alone.
The stockings are hung by the same fireplace,
But now that you’re gone, it’s just empty space.
We all go through the motions. It’s all we can do...
On holidays we no longer spend with you.
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planting 5% complete
everything smells like dirt
tilled ground freshly unfrozen
dust in the air clouds the horizon
the sunsets more vivid
there’s a breathable fungus I’ve read about
I worry the soiled air will invade my lungs
mississippi valley ground gain sentience in me
still it’s sweeter than the scent of snow
driving along quiet roads
there are so many tractors lit up
trawling late into the night
making up for lost springtime
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FFM Day 12 Challenge # 6
Write a story with 15 books of the bible, 15 colours and 15 foreign words or phrases
Challenge Done! This was very fun to write, more doable than I thought.
Books of the bible: Amos, Philippians, Genesis, Ruth, Kings, Judith, Proverbs, Jonah, Jude, Daniel, Numbers, Wisdom, Peter, Psalms, Song of songs, Revelation
Colours: Grey, black, emerald, chestnut, navy, green, cream, rose, bronze, blonde, white, yellow, blue, violet, periwinkle
Foreign words:
Café: French, a coffee shop
Chez: French, at the house of
Au courant: French, up to date
Bouquet: French, a bunch of flowers
Restaurant: French, A place where meals are served
Au gratin: French, "With gratings" toppings served on food, especially cheese
Belle of the ball: French, the most beautiful one present
Chef: French, cook
Pizza: French, a meal
Déjà vu: French, "Before seen", repetition
Plus ça change, plus c'est la même chose: French, the more things change, the more they stay the same
Sitzpinkler: German, a man that sits down to pee
Rus in urbe: Latin, garden in the city
Choir: French, a group of singers
Cliché: French, a stereotype, unoriginal
Write a story with 15 books of the bible, 15 colours and 15 foreign words or phrases
Challenge Done! This was very fun to write, more doable than I thought.
Books of the bible: Amos, Philippians, Genesis, Ruth, Kings, Judith, Proverbs, Jonah, Jude, Daniel, Numbers, Wisdom, Peter, Psalms, Song of songs, Revelation
Colours: Grey, black, emerald, chestnut, navy, green, cream, rose, bronze, blonde, white, yellow, blue, violet, periwinkle
Foreign words:
Café: French, a coffee shop
Chez: French, at the house of
Au courant: French, up to date
Bouquet: French, a bunch of flowers
Restaurant: French, A place where meals are served
Au gratin: French, "With gratings" toppings served on food, especially cheese
Belle of the ball: French, the most beautiful one present
Chef: French, cook
Pizza: French, a meal
Déjà vu: French, "Before seen", repetition
Plus ça change, plus c'est la même chose: French, the more things change, the more they stay the same
Sitzpinkler: German, a man that sits down to pee
Rus in urbe: Latin, garden in the city
Choir: French, a group of singers
Cliché: French, a stereotype, unoriginal
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Omg, I would have murdered him. This was well done! I could really feel her frustration!