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Admit It.

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Daily Prompt: Sad But True

Tell us about the harshest, most difficult to hear — but accurate — criticism you’e ever gotten. Does it still apply?

Photographers, artists, poets: show us HARSH

Hmm.. Writing that would be actually to reveal my worst habit, but any ways, wouldn’t mind doing that.

The thing which I am most criticized about is actually my way of saying things. what mean to say hear is that I am often told that, Samia, your point is fairly OK, but you have a way of expressing it which is not approved my most. I actually have a very bad habit of pulling faces about things or people I don’t like, and it comes out when I opine about them, my words are not harsh, no, nor am I wrong, but my tone, as others tell me, is too harsh too digest.

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NO Unfair.

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Daily Prompt: No Fair

Tell us about something you think is terribly unfair — and explain how you would rectify it.

Unfair. if I would be asked to enlighten this subject from my own ppoint of view, I would have a lot to say on the subject. There are a thousand things in our life which seem unfair to us, and some of them might as well be really bitter, but one thing which soothes me with the unfair of life is that everything which is happening have a reason. even though those things which are human controlled and are of a criminal sttus can be called unfair without hesitation, but those which have been written in fate and decided by the destiny, will not be unfair no matter how wrong they seem. Atime will come when all will fall into place and the jigsaw will be solved. So, Cheers. 🙂

HELP.

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Daily Prompt: I Am a Rock

Is it easy for you to ask for help when you need it, or do you prefer to rely only on yourself? Why?

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This depends on the kind of help I require. If it is sort of a materialistic help, I wouldn’t usually go for it, for that I would rather be self sufficient. Materialistic help may range from an eraser up to money and I would rather afford all that of my own then depend on anyone. However, when it comes to help about the suggestion and ideas, my brain doors are always open, I let ideas Ctrl+C from my mind and Ctrl+V to another’s and definitely ask others for their suggestions and ideas, because in my opinion, everyone have a different point of view towards a particular problem, so it would be better to have everyone’s HELP, before I get onto something..

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Daily Prompt: Groundhog Day

In the comedy “Groundhog Day” Bill Murray experienced the same day again and again, stuck in a time loop until he got the day “right.” What day would you choose to repeat until you got it right?

I wouldn’t want any day of my life to be repeated, because I have a reason to believe that if I can’t do it right for the first time, I will not be able to do it for the second time, besides, I will also forget the lesson I learnt from doing it wrong and yet learn a new ways to make mistake in that attempt. So I think life is best when left going on..!!images

The Reckless Me.

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Daily Prompt: The Full Moon

When the full moon happens, you turn into a person who’s the opposite of who you normally are. Describe this new you.full_moon_final_elfwood

I was doing my usual chores, minding my own business  and getting along with my routine work, I have quite forgotten that it’s the full moon night and its around 8:45, the time when the moon will shine to its full and will continue to gleam for the rest of the night. I wrench open the door of my cupboards,  grab a file containing my lectures, and walk over to the study table to do my assignment, When all of a sudden the moon came into view. A certain drift came over me and I dropped my pen without writing a single word of my assignment, threw my books away and decided to do it in the morning by copying from any friend, leaving my books exactly where they were and sprinted in the common, grabbed a glass, filled myself a chilling glass of a soft drink, grabbed a couch and the TV remote and started flicking off the channels, passing over from BBC world news, CNN and even my regular favourite, Style 360,I settled on a cricket match, without thinking a second about the time which was an appropriate one for me to watch routine serial. My younger sister came over and started asking if  have lost my mind, having watching the match but I did not respond, I felt too reckless to do so, she started the renewed shouts about my non-responsive mode but suddenly halted when she entered the room and saw my books hither and thither all over the place, again, I did not feel like responding, but when her voice came to a range to high for my tolerance, I told her to shut up and mind her own business, I don’t know what happened to her right at that moment but she dropped her head hopelessly, and went on to do some of her work. My younger brother stated calling my name from the next room to ask me for help with his homework, but my sister responded in a dull tone, “It’s full moon, don’t talk to her if you don’t want your head bitten off.” I was glad they did shut up and change the channel, and this time stopped at a music channel, which was playing one of the slowest song these days, what made me like it after all this hyper mood, I did not know, but after that one song, I switched off the TV and picked up my cell phone instead to play a game or two, but a lot of my friends had texted in asking about the assignment we had to submit the other day, but I was not concerned and therefore, I texted them the same, they texted again to convince me that I must do it but I was not bothered and in the end I stopped seeing their texts in the end, when y sister came to me remind me that I had to go to attend a friend’s wedding, and It was important for me to go, I did feel like getting out of the house, but had no inclination what so ever to dress up, so I changed into a dress which was reasonable but not festive, and was about to leave when my sister suddenly came again scolded me and asked me to change into something suitable when all of a sudden the door bell rang, she went to open the door and my mother and father came back. She was saying something in hushed voices to my mother after which she came to my room and slapped me hard on my face. I felt like I had woken up from a deep slumber and I was taken aback by the fact that I had to submit the assignment the other day and also clean up the mess I have created, my sister went into a renewed rant about the things I had disturbed and I was murmuring my apologies knowing about the harms I had done, getting started quickly as to all what I had to do before the next day broke..!!

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Daily Prompt: Impossibility

“Why, sometimes I’ve believed as many as six impossible things before breakfast.” – the White Queen, Alice in Wonderland.

What are the six impossible things you believe in?

If I believe in it , it is not impossible for me, even though it sounds cliché it says I-AM-POSSIBLE to me if I believe in it. 🙂

In the Dead of the Night.

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Daily Prompt: The Clock

Write about anything you’d like. Somewhere in your post, include the sentence, “I heard the car door slam, and immediately looked at the clock.”

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I was running very fast trying to get my class, but as much as I tried to be fast, my feet slowed down, it seemed that my feet were in a slow motion sort of thing and I really was unable to understand it.
I sat up straight, looked around, the room was exactly the same way I saw it last time, my bedside lamp was alight and cool summer breeze was ventilating the room well. The fan on the ceiling was rotating at a moderate speed. Perfect. I poured myself a glass of water from the jug which was also placed on my bedside table, I gulped the water and lied down, my mind wandered off to my family, they all might be truly enjoying the wedding they were gone to attend, they also asked me to come but since my final exams were due only this week I could not at all think of going anywhere. Being alone was never fearsome for me, having my own self for company for a few hours was a routine and that for few a days was also OK. My mom had told me all about.. I suddenly heard a car door slam, and immediately looked at the clock. It was three in the morning and my mind raced to all kind of criminals. Smugglers, burglars, terrorists, all of them. I decided on burglars and “HOME ALONE” crossed my mind. Yes, someone might have seen my family going, and I had almost grounded myself in the house for the past week due to preparation leaves. I picked up my cell phone to call the police, SHOOT, the battery was dead, soon after I talked to my sister, it went dead and I forgot to charge it afterwards. I got my shawl and wrapped it tightly around myself, even though I was drenched to the skin and had slept in my day clothes and it was a summer evening, the shawl gave me a sense of security, I had almost reached the balcony when I heard some people talking in hushed voices, I just wanted to see their position and get to my parent’s room because the landline phone was placed there, I crossed my room tiptoed, my shawl trailing behind me like a cape, and all of a sudden a horrible clanking noise struck my ears from right behind me, my shawl actually touched the spoon stand on the table behind me and it fell with an ear-splitting noise, I was sure now that they’ll sense my presence, will come for me up here instantaneously, and my entire life swam before my eyes, I was about to lose hope, but then I decided to try until my last breath and moved a little quickly towards the balcony, the noise grew louder and louder as I reached it and I was about to pass out but I managed to keep myself awake and swung the balcony door open, I crawled (because I didn’t want to be seen) towards the grill and saw what was going on. No one was in the parking, but the voices were still loud, I gathered all the courage I had and stood up to my full height. All that commotion was created due to the end of some party which was going on in my neighbourhood.. I looked at my wrist watch again, it was four in the morning, I had wasted an hour, creating an imaginary robbery in which I was caught and if I hadn’t sneaked a peak from the balcony, I’d probably be dead in my own created story.