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Thursdays are for the Deadlines



Today was a crazy day at work and I just want to express that. My head has been pounding for some time now but I refuse to take medications. I’m a strong believer of mind over matter. 🙂

I’m now in bed after ten hours of work with deadlines to catch and  basically everyone coming into my office to let me know they have last minute requests. I work in Marketing and “last minutes” are the number one words in our vocabulary. It happens so much that it becomes the norm, and I absolutely detest it. Sadly, it’s part of the job. 😦

Basically, I’ve been slogging the whole day and needed a breather. And even though my head is aching like crazy, I’m still staring at my computer, writing (even though I’ve stared at my work PC basically the whole day). I should really take a rest. Help!

And for those of you who have not read my “About,” I work in the Middle East, in Abu Dhabi specifically. So Thursdays are our Fridays, and because it’s the last day of the week, all the requests come rushing in on this particular day.

And so now, to relax myself, I’ve turned on my Bon Iver playlist, because Justin Vernon is a celestial god who graced Earth with his presence and music. If you’ve not heard of his ethereal voice, do yourself a favor and go to YouTube now. 🙂

It’s kinda weird how I was writing this entry and  opening up another tab to find out that today’s daily prompt is “slog.” WEIRD!

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Emerald City & The Man in Red Cloak


Dorothy finally reached the end of the yellow brick road. She was astounded with all the green she saw. There were glass buildings made of gold and emerald. Towers so tall, they gleamed up in the sky.

“Oh, it’s beautiful here!” She said.

“I’m scared,” said the Cowardly Lion, holding tight to her back

“Oh, now , now Lion, there’s nothing to be scared of. It’s a beautiful city, is all there is,” said the Tin Man.

“Let’s Go!” the scarecrow said as he steps into the city of brilliance.

As the four mismatched travelers walk into the Emerald City to seek what they desire most, a young man in red cloak stared down on his windows. He saw the wind brushing the blue dress of an unfamiliar face. Her braided hair dance as she sways. He has never seen such delicate and exquisite being. He knew then that he must meet this creature.


The four travelers walked into the city and stared at awe of the glints and sparkles everything gave off!

“Oh Toto, look at all these things, aren’t they magnificent!?” Dorothy said, cuddling the dog into her arms.

“Where is the Wizard?” The Tinman asked, looking sideways.

“There,” said the Cowardly Lion, pointing on a tall tower that loomed over the city.

“It must be the Palace!” said the Scarecrow.

“Yes, now all we have to do is find it!”

The travelers walked towards the tower that say saw. As they step nearer to the tower, they began to realize that it was only a part of a bigger castle. The castle was situated on top of a hilltop, overlooking the whole city.

They have no doubt that this is where they will find the Wizard. The Wizard who will give them what their heart desires.

Dorothy was nervous, she held Toto tightly in her arms. Everything was amazing in the city. The creatures have been friendly and no one has harmed them, they were given safe passage. She looked around her, she has grown close to her companions. She will be devastated to part with them, and yet, Kansas is her home. She does not belong here, where witches exist, and scare crows are alive and flying monkeys! No, she belongs to Kansas.

Dorothy was so preoccupied, she didn’t notice the man in red cloak following them. She did however noticed a fleck of red from the side of her eyes several times but didn’t think anything otherwise.

The above story is inspired by today’s Daily Prompt: Green.

I love how daily prompts really brings out the creative juices in me. A simple word such as green, and the first thing I thought was emerald, that eventually led to Emerald City. This is purely fiction and the above might not be exactly correct from the characters/stories I borrowed from The Wizard of Oz.

This is part 1 and I’m looking forward to adding more of the story and tell you more about the young man in red cloak. Unfortunately, it’s past my bed time and need to retire to bed! Watch out for tomorrow’s sequel!


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A Beautiful Cliché

I don’t usually remember my dreams. Most days, I wake up and it’s a blank slate. No memories of ever going to dream land.

But I dreamt of you last night, of us. It was nice seeing your smile, feeling your touch, kissing your lips. Cliché, but I felt like it was real. I was touching your face, proclaiming my love and you smiled at me, saying back the words I have been hoping to hear.

I woke up, dazed and confused. You were right there, so close to me, I could almost touch you. But it was a dream, a figment of my imagination. It was nothing, only a mere reflection of all the hopes I had with us.

I was sucked back to reality and in this world, you and me are oceans apart. We are a mismatch pair of gloves, flawed and not meant to be.

I woke up, and now I know why the moon and the stars are for dreamers. It’s a beautiful cliché.

Daily Prompt · Stories

The Mystic River (Daily Prompt: Flow)

Today is my first day trying the Daily Prompt. Today’s word is FLOW, and so, here it goes.

The Mystic River


There, inside the deep dark woods is said to be a river, flowing silently, clear as crystal and smooth like satin.

It rests in the middle of a clearing where the grass sees the sun, and light gives grace among the wild flowers growing by the river side.

It has a reputation of immense beauty and power, and legends and stories surrounds the mystic river.

It has been said that the river flows from a spring nestled underneath a big old oak tree somewhere in the forest.

Long ago, lovers have bathed in the river, undress each other and filled their thirst for lust and love.

Legend say that the river flows to a lake, where it remembers the lovers that bathed in the water.

It remembers the feeling of love and there it would stay forever.

So lovers sought this clearing, hoping that it would make their love last, praying to the Gods that the river will fill them with happiness.

Two lovers wanted to fulfill this legacy, forbidden by their stature in society, they eloped to the river.

The young maiden, overwhelmed with joy of finally being together, slipped from a stone and met her death in the river.

A howling sound from a weeping man was heard from the forest, screaming a woman’s name for her body was never found.

The young man was never seen again, it is believed that he had offered his self to death, fulfilling a promise to his young maiden of togetherness.

And so, from being a mystical river, it became a cursed one, where the soul of weeping lovers roamed the water.

No one dared to go to the woods again, and as time pass by, the grass grew taller, the trees thicker and the woods darker.

Should you find yourself in the middle of a clearing, by a river, bathe in its glory, the lake only has faint memories of love but it still seeks it, so fill it with all the love you have.