Daily Prompt: Practice Makes Perfect?

Tell us about a talent you’d love to have… but don’t.


I’ve always wanted to be good at dancing, but I’m not. I blame my brothers; they’re both good at it. I grew up in a household where Michael Jackson songs are danced, not sang. Maroon 5, Britney Spears, Backstreet Boys. Their music was easy to dance to and my brothers were so good at it that I wanted to be like them. But you can’t have everything. So I just sing while they dance.

They got nothing on you, baby [Daily Prompt: Can’t Drive 55]

Take the third line of the last song you heard, make it your post title, and write for a maximum of 15 minutes. GO!


You’re the only one on my mind when I wake up in the morning. You’re still the one I think about even as I am drifting off to sleep. It’s you, always. You don’t know me, and I don’t think I know you well, but I want to. I hope that one day, I will get that chance. I am looking forward to it. Don’t worry about the other people who try to put you down. Smile at them and let them do as they please. To be honest, smile at everyone. You don’t know how much that smile can brighten my day. And whatever happens, just remember: They got nothing on you, baby.

Broken Carousel [Weekly Writing Challenge: 1,000 Words]


I was there, in the playground, just yesterday. I was walking towards the swings when a little girl sitting on the broken carousel caught my attention. The carousel had been there for a long time; I think someone said it was already broken. Just like me, broken beyond repair. But this girl, she’s breaking fast too.  I don’t know how I knew this. I just did. There’s still hope for her though because she’s still young. She has a lot more to learn from life. She’s struggling to understand many things; time’s forcing her to grow up quickly. I approached her but I dare not speak. She must have heard my heavy footsteps because she turned to me.

“Hello little girl.” I said to her.

“Hi Jean.” She replied.

“How do you know my name?” I wondered.

“Don’t you recognize me?” the little girl looked up at me.

Then it dawned on me. The little girl on the carousel was the girl who’d just lost her mother ten years ago. She was the one who always felt alone, despite everything. She was the girl who always had to assure herself that she was just overthinking things. The little girl on the broken carousel…was me.



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Just wait. [Daily Prompt : Everything Changes]

Walking down the street, you encounter a folded piece of paper on the sidewalk. You pick it up and read it and immediately, your life has changed. Describe this experience.


You know that feeling when everything just falls into place? That moment when you realize everything you knew about the world was unreal? Well, for me it happened last semester. It was the last day of school and I was heading home when I saw a neatly folded paper on the pavement. I picked it up, opened it and started reading it. “Something good is about to happen. Just wait.” , I said out loud. I was about to read more, but a gust of wind blew making me lose my hold on the tiny parchment. I ran after it, as I saw it land a few meters away. Yet as I was about to get a hold of it, a pair of hands snatched it up from the ground. I looked up, and saw the upperclassman I’d had a crush on for quite a time. He looked at me for like the first time, and smiled at me. “This must be yours.” he said and handed the paper to me. “Yeah. Thanks.” I replied. “It must be so important that you ran after it.” “It is.” I answered automatically. “I’ll get going now. See you around!” he said and headed toward school. “Thanks again! See you!” I shouted back. I have the paper to this day; my crush didn’t know how much that meeting changed me. I was on the verge of suicide at the time, and that tiny bit of parchment literally saved me.


Okay. I was thinking about my crush while writing this, and this is some sort of thing I wish would happen. Haha. So much for the daily prompt. =)

My Earliest Memory [Weekly Writing Challenge : I Remember]

I thought about writing my most painful experience, but then I realized I already did that. So I’m going for my first memory. Or the one I remember anyways.


Our scene takes us to a beach in Subic, Zambales. I was almost one year old, I think. Everyone was having fun in the water and me? I was on the foldable bed made of banig. It was under the shade of some tree in the sand. Wearing nothing but a black swimsuit with yellow and orange ribbons on it, I sat there contented. Until, the bed folded on its own, that is. The bed folded up to its original position and I went tumbling on the sand. I don’t remember the exact feeling, but I was pretty sure it hurt. I don’t know how it happened even now and I think that’s weird.

Well, the time’s up. Bye now.


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