the dark swirl

she falls asleep without desires from her man, and awakes with a startling feel, seeing a dark swirl pulling from her chest, a big horror of unknown force converges within, she closes her eyes, opens her eyes, and finds her strength to open the room light, so that dark spirits can escape her…
daylight is our friend, and when night comes home, we must have electricity and have powerful will to stay in bright space so that evil thoughts evaporate, and that’s how we learn about positive energy and avoiding walking in woods after dusk.

Short Story Slam Week 7

Short Story Slam Week 7:http://bluebellbooks.blogspot.com/2011/08/thursday-short-story-slam-week-7.html

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As a loner, being single and unemployed, John makes a living by buying used books from college students /professors with least costs and resells them to book stores, he always reads fictions before he lets them go, especially books on fantast or magic,  and he enjoys  day dreaming and  believes in magic!

Now he is 45, yet has never touched a woman and not sure how to get one, precisely, he believes that magical adventure is his lifetime love, women are either too bossy or too dependent to arouse his interests…

This summer is super long for John, he is aging and his one room apartment is not organized, the increased temperature makes his life almost unbearable…

“Can magic happen to me? I wish for some excitements…” John murmurs to himself, laying in his single old bed, on this last day of July.

That’s when a strong wind comes knocking at his door, and a force flows in and takes him.

John is flying, with no wings!

He feels like screaming, yet has no strength to let out a cry.

The next thing he knows is that he is on a coconut tree in a jungle, about 20 feet high, with a ripen banana in his hand, and he smells like monkey.  His face turns RED when he finds himself naked, with a group of monkeys standing below the tree, grinning at him.

John is not sure what to do. He wishes to dig a hole and dive in…after a few seconds of embarrassment, he decides to jump down and kill himself…and he throws the banana toward another tree, and lets himself fall, toward the ground.

He is ready to die.

But, half way from the ground, something snatched John and again, he is flying, this time with a strange bird under his body.

Strong wind hits his cheeks, his face changes shape and he feels like screaming again, but no voice comes out of his mouth!

When John eventually has his feet on earth, he hears soft music, and more startling, he is dancing with the fairest lady on earth, near a beach…only two of them, under the romantic moon light…

“I’ve never learned how to dance.”  John tries to stop what he is doing.

“You dance like a pro.” Her voice is sweet, making his heart jump!

“Who are you? Why are we here?” John tries to find his conciseness, blushing…

“I’m your friend.”  She smiles, putting her body closer to John.

Silence…

John has this strange feeling, he is doing something he has never wished to do or has no desire to do, yet, he has lost his courage to stop doing it.  A shock of electivity flashes cross his body and he has to admit that he actually loves it.

The air smells of wine and a cloud hides half of the moon.

The music has stopped itself, and John and his friend have stopped dancing at the same time.

“I have to go home.”  John tells himself.

But his hands has pulled his friend closer,  and he squeezes her cheeks gently and begins to kiss her.

John  finds himself laying at his same old bed, all sweaty when the ring of the doorbell wakes him up.  It’s a client who wishes to sell him his used books.

He still recalls what has happened to him, and it is in his dream.

PS: this is a fiction, hope that you enjoy reading it.

Short Story Slam Week 4

She loves sailing, water is her passion.

Life could not be better until all of a sudden, her father died.  She is the only child in the family, her father’s business that worthy 1 billion dollars ends up in her hand, according to her father’s will.

She is only 22 yeas old then, freshly graduated from college.

Having no clue how to mange a company of 8000 employees, she is forced to study, read project proposals, ask branch managers for details and more…ending up sleeping 5 hours a day.

She becomes slim, yet elegant.

After 6 months, she basically has everything in perfect shape.

It’s Independent day, she wants to celebrate a little bit, inviting her boy’ over…

But as she comes to his apartment to give him her free self, surprising him, she saw him with another girl, and the girl is her best friend.

The world has turned upside down again…

She deserted the place, like a man running away from bumble bees…

She almost wants to kill herself, but, she remembered her own life time principle:

“if one blames others for one’s own failure, one is never going to make progress,  it is her own responsibility to make her life happy…”

She writes him off her life that day.

And she goes to the sea all by herself, sailing, smiling, feeling and enjoying a new chapter.

Written for short story slam week 4:

http://bluebellbooks.blogspot.com/2011/06/thursday-short-story-slam_21.html

come join us and have fun today!

Alphabe-Thursday  j is for just learned my lessons

Magpie Tales

Bluebell Books Welcomes Your Visits!

Dear Blogging Friends:

A new blogging community is born, Bluebell Books

http://bluebellbooks.blogspot.com/

if you have books published and wish to be listed, send email to

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All official positions are filled, see the list below:

Mondays/Poetry Paradise:   (2)

Indie:  

http://onegirlonepen.blogspot.com/

Cynthia:

http://whathomeschoolingbook.blogspot.com/
http://cynthiamarstonwritingstuff.blogspot.com/

Tuesday/novels, short stories: (2)

 

Mish:

http://writer-in-transit.co.za/

Paulami:

http://ifdreamswerefireflies.blogspot.com/

Wednesday/Children’s Playground (2)

 

Jennifer:

www.jgladen.blogspot.com ,

www.mylightmagazine.blogspot.com

The Good Stories,

http://fantasiesandfairytales.blogspot.com/

Thursday, Short Stories Slam:

Mellisa: Post is up on May 12, 2011

http://rebicmel-poeticponderings.blogspot.com

Friday, Cooking

Sarah:

www.homeorganics.wordpress.com

Amy Arnold:

http://vspot16.wordpress.com/

Saturdays: Biography

John:

http://wellspring-auvergne.blogspot.com/

Dom*:

http://dom-bodhidharmafatherofzen.blogspot.com/

Sunday: Interview on Book authors/New Releases

Adeolu:

http://okoatokewa.blogspot.com/

Mia:

http://lunawitch15.wordpress.com/

Olivia, tech, 

oliviasbiopiclog.wordpress.com (Biographic sequence in Prose)
oliviasmindlymatters.wordpress.com (Biographical excerpts in Poetry)

Someone Is Special, Tech(help listing books)

 http://pendownmythought.blogspot.com/

Jamie Dedes: Substitute

http://musingbymoonlight.com/

On May 12, 2011, We will open a writing Prompt, called Short Stories Slam, Everyone is welcome to contribute,  basically, we provide an image, you write a short stories,  a prose, or a poem based on the inspirations you get from the image…

The purpose of this is to promote CREATIVITY/FICTION writing, most of us write poetry, yet in life, we must go beyond our comfortable zone and make progress on other writings, hope to see you in……..

Room 4 Romance IN Haiku Heights

First date, coming nigh,

His face shines with scarlet pride,

Hard not to smile wide.

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They meet, right on time,

Side by side, their heartbeats rhyme,

no words, but hot thoughts.

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All of a sudden,

big raindrops pour, wetting them,

Befuddled, they hug.

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Shyness disappears,

First kiss in romantic tears,

Love survives, Cheers.

Room for Romance (First Date Downpour)

Haiku Heights (Neigh)

Sunday Scribbling (befuddled)

Poetry Potluck at Jingle Poetry

PS: a fiction on romance, thanks for reading….Happy Sunday! Share your poetry with Jingle Poetry Potluck today…Smiles.

Magpie Tale-1 2 3 do re mi

1 2 3,
do re mi,
1 2 3,
do re mi,
1 2 3 4 5 6 7,
do re mi fa sol la Si,

Ms. Linda’s voice keeps echoing in my ears. She was my 2nd grade music teacher in elementary school and had the sweetest voice any female could dream about.

“1 2 3 4 5 6 7 , do re mi fa sol la Si are pelicula sound of music, it is the tools to build a song.Once you have these basic elements in head, you can compose or sing thousands of millions of different tunes by mixing them up by random…”

Ms. Linda continued, she wanted to make sure that her students knew how music works.
And her efforts did pay off. The whole class loved singing during music time except me. I only opened my mouth and did not let my voice out.

At first Ms. Linda focused her eyes on me.

I continued failing to sing.

Then, Ms. Linda paused with a smile:” Someone did not sing along, please stop the silence.”

I still remained silence, this time, not even opening my mouth.

Now, Ms. Linda walked toward me after the class finished a full round.

“Joyee, you always have such natural smiles on your face when you walk into the class. I love seeing you in class and feel like smiling when I see you. I am sure
your voice is beautiful and adds credit to the class as a whole.”

My face turned red. I could not sing because the other day, when I tried to model a famous singer on TV, my best friend Lan told me that my voice was among the worst, I should never try to sing anything at all. I always trusted my friend and her words.
I agreed that I am never a singer and decided to stop singing at all.

Of course, I could not tell my reason in front of my classmates.

And I failed to sing along the whole class period.

Ms. Linda spoke to me in person in her office later that day. She forgave me after listening to my explanations.

“Joyee, you voice is very different from others, but this does not mean you are not a singer, you sing for fun, you sing for pleasure...most importantly, I believe that
you could become a folk song singer.”

I remembered her words until today. I have never become a famous singer or a singer with specialization on folk music, but it does not matter. For more than thirty years, I hear Ms. Linda’s encouraging words and never hesitate singing any song for fun. And I love music and enjoy attending concerts all my life.

Two years ago, Ms. Linda committed suicide.

She has developed her career very successfully and has become the principle of the school after 20 years of excellence in teaching. but, as a female, she has faced doubts, questions, and personal attacks.

According to rumor: The major reason for her suicide is that her husband has filed a divorce case against her due to his assumption that she has had an love affair with the school superintendent, a powerful male who used to be a language art teacher in the same elementary school.

And they are close colleagues for more than a dozen years.

I don’t care what has led Ms. Linda’s death. I value her for her encouragement and care for her students. I never have kept in touch with her personally, but her words sing in my head for my life time.

I bought a statue with a girl singing proudly and it reminds me of Ms. Linda.

I wrote this poem for my lovely music teacher Ms. Linda,
May peace and love be with her.

I heard you singing when the dawn was near,
With silver dews eagerly waits for the sun to appear.
You sing all day through,
With the sun drinking up the dew.
You continue to sing during evening hours,
Your voice lulls both animals and flowers.
your song sounds like sweet and yummy ice creams,
I trust that your singing echos lovers’ dreams.
Satisfied, when all the obstacles are cleared,
All of a sudden, the spell of your song has disappeared.
All alone,
Without your lovely song,
I am ready for everything that lies ahead,
I move forward, no fears or dread.

By Joyee on June 8th, 2010/Tuesday.

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This is a post for Magpie Tale hosted by Willow at magpie tale

This is a work of fiction.

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