Daily Prompt: Being Long-Winded!

Daily Prompt: “I would have written a shorter letter, but I did not have the time.” — Blaise Pascal
Where do you fall on the brevity/verbosity spectrum?

Well, after looking up what brevity and verbosity means, (long-windedness is the simplest definition I could find), I’ve decided that I probably fall in the middle of the spectrum. When it comes to explaining or describing, I tend to tilt towards being long-winded. I’m just not the best at keeping it short in speech – it’s not that I don’t let anyone get a word in edgeways, I just have trouble getting what I want to say out. However, I’m quite good at getting to the point in writing. Which is why I’m keeping this post short and sweet!



Daily Prompt: Being Sisters!

Daily Prompt: How would you get along with your sibling(s), parent(s), or any other person you’ve known for a long time — if you only met them for the first time today?

My sister…hm. It’s difficult to say because I’m not meeting her for the first time today. But I think we’d get on OK. She’s quiet and awkward and has a weirdly cool taste in clothes. I’d see that actually, we’re not that different on the inside!


Daily Prompt: Being Creative!

Daily Prompt: Today, write about anything — but you must write for exactly ten minutes, no more, no less.

Now that I’ve started Year 13 and my A levels, one of the things I had to do was pick up an ‘extended study’ option. And, because I didn’t quite fancy doing General Studies or Critical Thinking, (they were the choices), I decided to pick up an AS subject instead – which just happened to be Creative Writing! So from now on, I may or may not decide to post some short stories I’ve written. So far I’m loving the subject – it’s kind of like a mix between yoga and English! So here’s a short story I wrote whilst in a café, (that was our homework), and because I am only supposed to be writing for ten minutes, I am copying and pasting it in!

Fight Café

Twelve pairs of eyes squint with a new interest at the two young men who have seated themselves at a single table amongst the hustle and bustle of the café. The men order quietly and settle into their seats as two tall lattes arrive just a few minutes later. To an outsider, nothing would seem odd about any of this. But the elderly customers inside know better, for these men are not regulars and the suits they wear spark the sixth sense within them, gained from years of experience and knowledge. Sure enough, the hushed voices of the men soon rise, becoming more urgent and angry as the other speaks, then dropping to violent whispers as they remember where they are. But their anger gets the better of them and within a minute every table in the café can hear their dispute – one of complicated business and deals that were never followed through. The old eyes watch with delight as one suited man shoves himself away from the table and towards the door. Then all hell breaks loose.

The dapper young man still seated at the table stands up all of a sudden, his hand shooting out and grapping his partners wrist. All this drama is sending me a little giddy with excitement. Finally something worth gossiping about! I shoot a look at Doris, her eyes wide like mine as the man who has just stood up speaks.

“You forgot to pay,” he snarls, and, still clutching the other gentleman’s wrist, throws an almighty punch at his face.

A unified series of gasps entail as the two men lock onto each other, sending a basket of bread rolls flying when they crash into it. Horrified and delighted by this turn of events, I peer through the glass window separated the seating area from the queue, staring at the tangle of limbs now rolling on the floor. The poor young lasses behind the long counter open and close their mouths in horror and one of them lets out a small squeal as the rope queuing barrier topples upon the moving bodies. I check to see if Doris is alright – sometimes she can get a bit breathless when something excitable happens – but I shouldn’t have worried. Her eyes are alight at the spectacle before us and I am taken back to my school years, reminded of the time that Peter Ackerman got into a brawl with a shopkeeper for pinching a bag of sherbet lemons. The thrill I feel now is an echo of back then, my face almost pressed against the glass as I watch the two of them wrestle. Unfortunately, it’s all over too soon. One of the older waitresses shouts over the angered grunts of the men, something about calling the police, and to our dismay the men hear her threats. Each stands and looks around quickly, red-faced and dishevelled, before hurrying out the open door one after the other. For just a moment there is silence, everyone letting their racing hearts settle, and then the place is filled with fast and excited chitchat about the day’s event. Doris looks over the table at me and grins.

“Well I never, just wait ‘til I tell Joyce about this!”


Daily Prompt: Being Happy!

Daily Prompt: Are you a good judge of other people’s happiness? Tell us about a time you were spot on despite external hints to the contrary (or, alternatively, about a time you were dead wrong).

Once again, I can’t remember any particular example but I can usually tell when someone isn’t happy about something. But I don’t think I’ve ever said anything to the person or dug deeper to find out what the problem is – that’s just a bit rude! If I had a bad day, I’d hate anyone to ask what was wrong – luckily for me I’ve become a master of being happy when actually I’m not. I just think that if someone wants others to know they are sad for some reason, it’s up to them to tell!


Daily Prompt: Being Beautiful!

Daily Prompt: We’ve all heard that beauty is in the eye of the beholder. Do you agree? is all beauty contingent on a subjective point of view?

Of course, we all know that everyone is beautiful anyway! But yes, I’m sure different people see beauty in different things, including other people. We probably shouldn’t look at this negatively, (unless people are just being mean!) because without it we’d all have the same perspective of everyone and everything – how boring!


Daily Prompt: Being Overloaded!

Daily Prompt: “Everybody gets so much information all day long that they lose their common sense.” — Gertrude Stein
Do you agree?

I think to an extent it is true. Learning something new each day is good, but when you are just being filled up every day with information you’re never going to really use or need, it can send you a bit numb. I know people at college who are brilliantly clever and knowledgeable but who will step out into the middle of the road without looking. Perhaps that’s just coincidence? I still think too much learning can suck the life out of you though – seven hours of college is enough, yet now some people want schoolchildren to stay at school for ten hours a day? Everyone needs a bit of a life!


Daily Prompt: Being Stumped!

Daily Prompt: When was the last time you were completely stumped by a question, a request, or a situation you found yourself in? How did you handle it?

About a week ago, I had just finished a long day at college and walked the forty minutes back home when my phone rang, just as I’d got inside the house. It was my friend I’d met a few months ago. She asked me if I minded catching four buses right that second to the other side of town so that I could watch her donate blood. I was…well, a bit stumped! Obviously, I admire everyone who gives blood, but the thing is I’m a bit squeamish anyway and I was so tired – it was already five o’clock. I felt so bad but after a bit of stuttering and stammering I told her I couldn’t go – I didn’t even have any bus money! Usually I’m the type of person who can’t say no, but that day I decided I would – and it was fine!


Daily Prompt: Being Sorted!

Daily Prompt: Quickly list five things you’d like to change in your life. Now, write a post about a day in your life once all five have been crossed off your to-do list.

  1. Think less negatively!
  2. Be unnaturally clever so no need to worry about getting into uni, (more realistically, be given the strength to not procrastinate and study hard)!
  3. Actually write my personal statement that will get me into uni!
  4. Have all the worries in my family washed away!
  5. Start writing an amazing book with an actual plot instead of just a beginning!

I wake up to the wintry sunshine seeping through my curtains and my family making breakfast downstairs. Only a few more days until Christmas and finally nothing more to worry about, just the prospect of more festivities to look forward to! I hop out of bed and change into the warmest winter clothes I have – oversized jumpers are the best! I sigh happily in the knowledge that everything is done – my homework has been completed, my personal statement sent off weeks ago and college finished until a couple of weeks time. Not that it’ll even matter. I’ve worked hard this year and there’s no need to worry about exams. My family happily bustle around the kitchen, my Mum sorting out Christmas Eve party food as the tree lights twinkle. I look forward to a day of relaxing, Christmas films and adding to the story I am writing – perfect.


Daily Prompt: Being Mechanic!

Daily Prompt: Machines, appliances, and gadgets sometimes feel like they have their own personalities — from quirky cars to dignified food processors. What’s the most “human” machine you own?

I have so many ‘gadgets’ that I feel affection towards, like my battered iPod Nano and my almost-but-not-quite-broken Nintendo Lite. But I don’t really see them as ‘human’. The only machine in my house that I consider remotely human is the printer. There’s something in the way it coughs and splutters out the paper that makes it like that, almost as if it’s a great effort. It even seems to sigh when I fill it up with a new ink cartridge! This is a bit weird, but sometimes when it’s struggling I give it words of encouragement to help it along…


Daily Prompt: Being Narrated!

Daily Prompt: Your blog is about to be recorded into an audiobook. If you could choose anyone — from your grandma to Samuel L. Jackson — to narrate your posts, who would it be?

Now, that would have to be a choice between Stephen Fry or Tom and Dougie from McFly. Stephen Fry – for obvious reasons. He just has ‘that’ voice – he pronounces his words with such confidence and clarity. He could probably read the script for a toilet roll ad and still make it sound beautifully intellectual! Tom and Dougie are much less obvious. Ok, so they’re in McFly, but that’s not the only reason. They wrote a children’s book called ‘The Dinosaur That Pooped Christmas’ which is quite amazing and has proved to be very popular in the world of kids books, (and the world of McFly fans)! They also recorded the audiobook to go with it and it is quite adorable – so no, I wouldn’t mind them reading my blog!