tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3380793708805406109.post7357864493354809994..comments2024-03-09T06:15:04.254-05:00Comments on Rach Writes...: A to Z Blogging Challenge (Rach's Writing Prompts CONTEST!!!)Rachael Harriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16764930101064527321noreply@blogger.comBlogger103125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3380793708805406109.post-86491274045457491502016-02-08T03:30:34.186-05:002016-02-08T03:30:34.186-05:00Banned complain !! Complaining only causes life an...<br />Banned complain !! Complaining only causes life and mind become more severe. Enjoy the rhythm of the problems faced. No matter ga life, not a problem not learn, so enjoy it :)<br /><br /><a href="http://goo.gl/VHDOHO" rel="nofollow">Cara Menghilangkan Keputihan Dengan Cara Herbal</a> <br /><a href="http://goo.gl/XaZVMh" rel="nofollow">Cara Menggunakan Higs Heels Yang Benar</a><br /><a href="http://goo.gl/O994td" rel="nofollow">Obat Untuk Mencegah Batu Ginjal Pada Ibu Hamil</a><br /><a href="http://goo.gl/pocTpZ" rel="nofollow">Kebaikan Membawa Bekal Makanan</a><br /><a href="http://goo.gl/Dm1Xsf" rel="nofollow">Obat Untuk Ibu Hamil Agar Tidak Mual</a><br /><a href="http://goo.gl/1kYVrD" rel="nofollow">Kandungan Yang Ada Di Dalam Biji Pepaya</a> <br /><a href="http://goo.gl/6r84SL" rel="nofollow">Obat Tradiisional TBC Kelenjar Getah Bening</a> <br /><a href="http://goo.gl/b7RDMb" rel="nofollow">Konsumsi Susu Bagi Penderita Diabetes</a> <br /><a href="http://goo.gl/6nko6W" rel="nofollow">Vitamin Untuk Mendapatkan Kulit Cantik</a> <br /><a href="http://goo.gl/xnc6CZ" rel="nofollow">Jenis Penyakit Yang Dapat Mengurangi Gairah Seks</a> <br />aisyahputrisetiawanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03192442695534733153noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3380793708805406109.post-46068441272558487412012-05-02T17:55:22.755-04:002012-05-02T17:55:22.755-04:00A brilliant idea, which I'm sorry not to have ...A brilliant idea, which I'm sorry not to have participated in (- still made it through the A-Z though-) maybe next year?! :-)Lisa Southardhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09711376747848601409noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3380793708805406109.post-34841677075172724262012-04-29T15:11:49.336-04:002012-04-29T15:11:49.336-04:00Another entry under free chaoice. My brain isnt ra...Another entry under free chaoice. My brain isnt raking anything for X, Y and Z.<br /><br /><br />The man in the moon is coming down to meet the lady of the lakes.<br /><br />The cool spiraling breezes sing love songs. The lotuses bloom to fill the air with a lovely fragrance. The swans dance to the songs of the fishes and the fog sets up a lacey veil. <br /><br />The mood is set. The time has come. The lovers, whose love extends beyond their distance are destined to meet under the glittery starlight. <br /><br />They met every night, filling the world around them in love until one day, when the Sun got jealous of them.<br /><br />He came, all mighty and powerful, all brilliant and radiant proposing the lady of the lakes. But, she turned him down. Ashamed and embarrassed he waged a war with the moon, capturing him and chaining him to revolve around the earth.<br /> <br />And ever since then, they both wait, eagerly, for the full moon day.nemoswritinghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17293011276684882514noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3380793708805406109.post-70453179121605241922012-04-29T13:46:24.803-04:002012-04-29T13:46:24.803-04:00This entry was for the letter 'U'. I was t...This entry was for the letter 'U'. I was too late to submit it, So, here they go under the 'free choice' entry.<br /><br /><br />There was love; only, it felt like I was drowning in it.<br />There was care, only it stringed freedom off my neck.<br />There was concern, only it turned judgmental to all I did.<br />There were thoughts about me, only, it consumed all your time.<br /><br />The all-deceiving youth in me had made me shut my mind.<br /><br />I was reckless, I was irresponsible. I was blind.<br />I said ‘no’ for the sake of saying it.<br />I did all those things that you warned me from.<br />I knew you loved me but I challenged you to prove it.<br /><br />Unsure of what I am doing, I ran from myself to unknown land, so far, that I can’t return back, no matter how much I want to.<br /><br />You were right, all along.<br />I am sorry. <br /><br />I have damaged much more than sorrys can repair.<br />I want to come back. I do.<br />Will you accept me?nemoswritinghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17293011276684882514noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3380793708805406109.post-54715741466969326252012-04-29T13:18:23.448-04:002012-04-29T13:18:23.448-04:00I wrote this for the day when the letter was '...I wrote this for the day when the letter was 'S' but forgot to submit it. How silly?<br /><br />Success doesn’t come silent,<br />It comes with drumrolls, parties and celebrations.<br />It gets name fame and money.<br />It brings lots and lots of people.<br /><br />And it brought with it an illusion, that it would last forever for me.<br /><br />Success was the crest of a wave in my life,<br />The trough of failure was slinking right below it.<br />I missed seeing it, until it hit me real hard,<br />And the night that was the heyday for me, ended abrupt. <br /><br />A new face, a fresh voice, and an unpolished talent,<br />Was all that it took to knock me off those high heels.<br />I had failed to realize till now, that this was exactly what I had done<br />To the pretty girl, whose shoes, that I had stepped into.<br /><br />The story repeats for her too. She won’t be spared.<br />And I just pray that, on that day, she be better prepared than me.nemoswritinghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17293011276684882514noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3380793708805406109.post-14811856534913443752012-04-29T04:20:33.207-04:002012-04-29T04:20:33.207-04:00Hi Rach, below is my third entry for your challeng...Hi Rach, below is my third entry for your challenge. It is a little different to how I usually write, enjoy!<br /><br />I pondered the legend of the monster, which supposedly existed under the now murky water, as I looked out across the lake. Monsters, of course they didn’t exist!<br /><br />I picked up the perfect rock, smooth and thin to skim across the surface. Maybe I could beat my own record of seven skips. Facing the water, I lifted my arm to the right angle and projected it across the surface. One, two, three, it zigzagged to the right, four….<br /><br />A splash behind me. I jumped and lost count. I turned to leave as a dense mist rolled in, but something grabbed my ankle. I started to panic as I was dragged closer to the water.<br /> <br />Viscously struggling with my captor, my heart beat faster!<br /><br />Ha, ha! Laughing, I could hear laughing? I looked up to see young Xander pointing to my feet and Kirk rising quickly from under the water!Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09678216576112327332noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3380793708805406109.post-10257855932500331152012-04-26T23:48:08.857-04:002012-04-26T23:48:08.857-04:00My entry for the letter 'W'.
Wanderlust. ...My entry for the letter 'W'.<br /><br />Wanderlust. That’s what runs in my veins. I can’t sleep at night; I can’t stay awake from my day dreams. What lies beyond these waters? What lies beneath the clear blue skies? What lies past those horizons?<br /><br />Soft murmurs that sneak up to my ear amidst the howling wind call me. The rolling waves and tinkling ripples lay out a carpet welcoming me. The long green grass of the whispering meadows rift apart, making way for me. The indigo skies and twinkling stars shine bright to light up my way.<br /><br />The world ahead, beyond and around is on its toes waiting for me.<br /><br />And I am set, to explore the land beyond our little island.<br /><br />Wait for me. I’ll be back to huddle around the warmth of the night fires, to sip in late tea and to share my voyages and adventures.<br /><br />I am going to chase those wanderlust wonders.nemoswritinghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17293011276684882514noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3380793708805406109.post-45942356984306238842012-04-25T22:58:32.692-04:002012-04-25T22:58:32.692-04:00My parents made a big mistake. They thought you we...My parents made a big mistake. They thought you were a venerable man of the Lord. The one, sent to raise us from the dust. They failed to validate your values, failed to look behind your veils that revealed your vague vagaries. They trusted you. Blindly and Completely.<br /><br />And all you did was to turn them to ashes. What did they do to you? What were you after? <br /><br />Our quiet little valley will never be the same. Every family has a loss. And this has to be vanquished.<br /><br />I escaped your wrath, time and again. But, I had to come back. You called this vendetta upon yourself and I had to be a Vampire to end this.<br /><br />Vengeance tastes sweet. <br /> <br />This is where I laid their ashes. And as promised, I have come here to pray that now, may their souls rest in peace.nemoswritinghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17293011276684882514noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3380793708805406109.post-18625532971527813862012-04-25T10:23:09.474-04:002012-04-25T10:23:09.474-04:00An entry for the letter V. I love the challenge of...An entry for the letter V. I love the challenge of writing ff. :)<br />Back at the lake again; shivers of cold and deep loss flowing through my veins. My youth gone, buried forever in the memory of the accident that tore my heart apart leaving it damaged and lifeless. Navigating my way carefully to the edge of my youth, for most it’s simply a lake, the memories flooded back. Moonlight, hearts pounding, a kiss, finally acknowledging passions we tried to ignore, and then the vile sound of crashing. Darkness, cold, shrieking, flailing, gasping for breath, and finally searching. Endless searching. The body never recovered, a love halted before its time, and my never ending nightmares. This would be my last visit to the lake, the disease having overtaken my body to the point where options to continue living are no more. Finally, peace.<br /><a href="http://a2zmommy.blogspot.com/" rel="nofollow">A2ZMommy and What’s In Between</a>Tracy MacDonaldhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03615611919340469444noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3380793708805406109.post-68232589711645265242012-04-24T12:14:19.323-04:002012-04-24T12:14:19.323-04:00I was really cranking out some super A to Z prose ...I was really cranking out some super A to Z prose here, Rach; then my computer crashed and I fell woefully behind. Just wanted you to know that I didn't lose interest or confidence in those pithy pieces of mine, I just lost my C drive!cleemckenziehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15456109243453726483noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3380793708805406109.post-74652167084516353992012-04-24T00:02:04.647-04:002012-04-24T00:02:04.647-04:00My entry for the letter 'T'
The secret o...My entry for the letter 'T'<br /><br /><br />The secret of Success is in Thoughts ,<br />You think you can do it, You think you can't, You are always right.<br /><br />The secret of Achievement is in Today,<br />Do Today, what you wanted to do Tomorrow.<br /><br />The secret of Happiness is in This moment,<br />Live the Present. Yesterday is History. Tomorrow, a mystery.<br /><br />The secret of Talent is Toil,<br />No pains, No gains.<br /><br />The secret of Getting is Giving,<br />Taking less than you accept goes a long way.<br /><br />The secret of Help is in You,<br />You have Ten fingers and Toes at your command.<br /><br />The secret of Teaching is in Learning,<br />The world is spinning faster than you perceive.<br /><br />The secret of Accomplishment is in Teamwork,<br />The Thumb, though special, fails without other fingers.<br /><br />The secret of Contentment is in Thanking,<br />Count your blessings. You do have more than you need.<br /><br />The secret of Long life is in Simplicity,<br />Simple living and High Thinking is in itself a Treasure.<br /><br />Sorry for the previous entry. I was signed into gmail under a different id. Please delete that if possible!!nemoswritinghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17293011276684882514noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3380793708805406109.post-5223608876205199022012-04-22T08:01:29.337-04:002012-04-22T08:01:29.337-04:00i didn't start the words with all the letters ...i didn't start the words with all the letters but I used them all. Here is my entry:<br /><br />“What is unusual about the sentence, ‘ The quick brown fox jumps over the lazy dog?’”<br /><br /> Rebecca sighed. Getting Ethan halfway ready to talk to girls was going to be a challenge. His awkward mannerisms and lack of eye contact were difficult to ignore. <br /><br /> Forcing his face over, she made him look into her eyes. “Not the best line to start a conversation with. Try again.”<br /><br /> She watched him turn and stare off into the distance. He had quiet moments where he processed. She took that time to examine him closely. If she didn’t know he was Autistic she would have thought he was simply shy, maybe even conceited because he was actually very good looking. <br /><br /> It startled her when he turned and faced her. Looking into her eyes, he smiled, “You’re the most beautiful, annoying person I have ever met.” Blushing, she remembered what she liked most about Autistic people: their honesty.Sylvia Hhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10808731503337547307noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3380793708805406109.post-87367164318461702162012-04-22T03:02:07.938-04:002012-04-22T03:02:07.938-04:00Hey Rach, thought I would submit a second entry, h...Hey Rach, thought I would submit a second entry, hope you like it:<br /><br />It had been devastating, I really don't know how I had escaped almost unharmed, only a few burns and some cuts. As I sat quietly next to the once pristine waters which before, had been a recreation ground for the many tourists who had visited the area for Xmas to enjoy the water sports the lake had to offer. <br /><br />I contemplated the demise of the world now, if I would find a zone unscathed by the blasts which had been meant as a retaliation but which had become an almost total annihilation of plant and animal life on this planet.<br /><br />I sat breathing in the ash cloud surrounding me, I yearned for the world to be back to how it once was, but it would never be. Labouring to breathe I carefully began my journey, venturing forwards to find others who had also somehow miraculously survived the atrocity.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09678216576112327332noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3380793708805406109.post-81472086840869186002012-04-21T15:19:22.830-04:002012-04-21T15:19:22.830-04:00What a fun idea! I was out perusing A to Z blogs ...What a fun idea! I was out perusing A to Z blogs and found yours. <br /><br />My entry for Saturday, April 21 is this: !<br /><br />"She sat alone on the shore. The mist veiled a silent world. Her thoughts drifted like the creatures aimlessly slinking in the gray water. <br /><br />How long had she been here? Memories washed in... wave after wave, ebb and flow...time. But it had been only moments...mere moments since gazing at her reflection on the water--a polished, steel-gray mirror of liquid ashes. Chestnut locks framed her youthful face. <br /><br />The whispered tales of this place were lies. A time thief? Sorcery?<br /><br />The mist, white petals falling, snowflakes? No...mist. <br /><br />She wrapped her arms in front of her damp clothing.<br /><br />The leaves. Gone again... or...still?<br /><br />She shivered, extended her fingers to dip in the water. Her brows furrowed at the old woman's hand at her wrist.<br /><br />Leaning over to touch the water, she gasped.<br /><br />Staring back was an old woman... her face framed in mist-gray locks."<br /><br />Thanks for the prompt :-)Teresa Cypherhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08940430996766842518noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3380793708805406109.post-56398165631799645062012-04-21T00:14:16.779-04:002012-04-21T00:14:16.779-04:00My entry for the letter 'R'
I am running...My entry for the letter 'R'<br /><br /><br />I am running a race, where the finish line keeps shifting ahead every time I have reached it. Time and again, you have reminded me that I am not good enough. That, the bars that define the standards have risen each time before I have reached them.<br /><br />And I wonder what would happen if I stop running. What would happen if I run the other way? Run away!!! Never to return.<br /><br />I appreciate all those people who leave their present tying it as their past and dive head first to embrace the unknown future. What reigns ahead, no one knows, but what rallies behind are those thorns, ready to pierce our relation beyond repair.<br /><br />I see a storm brewing its way. Raging Thunderstorms and Rainfalls peek from those red dark clouds above, reflecting on these waters. But, there is always something to look forward to, when all this is over.<br /><br /> - A rainbownemoswritinghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17293011276684882514noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3380793708805406109.post-34374459257655045232012-04-19T23:35:02.552-04:002012-04-19T23:35:02.552-04:00My entry for the letter 'Q'
Countries quo...My entry for the letter 'Q'<br /><br />Countries quote us as ‘Terrorists’. A war is upon us. <br />But there are just as many innocent people here as there are corrupt ones. <br />And it is just as is, in any other country out there in the world. <br /><br />Yet, no one has any qualms about this war. I guess no one, but me.<br /><br />How can it be so quiet on the outside,<br />When there is a shouting match going on inside?<br /><br />How can there be bird chirps and tweets here,<br />When all that you hear on the land are gun fires?<br /><br />How can the air be so much purer and fresher,<br />When all that you breathe out there is bomb smoke?<br /><br />How can there still be clear waters here,<br />When there are rivers of blood flowing on the land?<br /><br />How can life still go on so unchallenged here,<br />When, out there, death is just a quick matter of seconds?nemoswritinghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17293011276684882514noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3380793708805406109.post-54298007061808764262012-04-19T10:54:48.339-04:002012-04-19T10:54:48.339-04:00Here is my P entry
“Para usted,” was all I could ...Here is my P entry<br /><br />“Para usted,” was all I could make out of the conversation as the handsome Spaniard handed me a sample of the cheese. As I took a bite I tried to think of something witty to say. <br /><br />“Perdona mi Español. Estoy embarazada. Me gusta este queso feo.”<br /><br />Apologizing to him for my Spanish and complimenting the cheese made him smile. He leaned in close to me where I could make out the green specks in his amazing eyes.<br /><br />“You said, “Pardon my Spanish. I’m pregnant and I like this ugly cheese.’”<br /><br />Mortified, I grabbed my groceries and turned to leave whispering to myself.<br /><br />“Pitiful.”Sylvia Hhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10808731503337547307noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3380793708805406109.post-16312136213462188342012-04-19T02:02:15.718-04:002012-04-19T02:02:15.718-04:00Another entry for the letter 'P'
Prayers...Another entry for the letter 'P'<br /><br /><br />Prayers to the Sun God mark the beginning of a day in Hinduism.<br />The sun God is known as – Ravi, Bhanu, Aruna, Divakara, Dinakara, Surya, Aditya, Bhaskara, Mitra and a 108 other names.<br /><br />Salutations to the lord, the one who reins the world on his vanquishing chariot pulled by a horse with seven heads, the provider of heat, light and seasons are in three forms.<br /><br />• Sandhya Vandane is offering water to the God, “Argya Samarpane”. It is a daily ritual, done at dawn, standing in the water that is chest deep.<br />• Surya Namaskara the salutations of prostrating before the lord is an ancient Hatha Yoga Asanasa practiced widely all over the world.<br />• Chanting of the revered Gayathri Mantra – <br />Om bhūr bhuva svaha tát savitúr váren(i)yam<br />bhárgo devásya dhīmahi dhíyo yó naha pracodáyāt<br /><br />"May the divine light of the Supreme Being illuminate our intellect, to lead us along a path of righteousness". <br /><br />Salutations to you – Sun God, so that the day may start and end in peace.nemoswritinghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17293011276684882514noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3380793708805406109.post-21474485511754111652012-04-19T00:37:43.275-04:002012-04-19T00:37:43.275-04:00My entry for the letter 'P'.
Perseverenc...My entry for the letter 'P'.<br /><br /><br />Perseverence - The one that has kept me up so far, the one that will help me reach my dreams.<br /><br />Looking back, the journey has been on enduring footsteps on thorny roads of the sharp ridged, steep rocks. Criticisms and Cynicisms at every step of mine, all attacking ever stronger than before to make me quit.<br /><br />But, I Wont Quit. Not This Time.<br /><br />Discouragement is, but a fuel that has kept me going on!!!<br /><br />Yes, you might have had your day every time you have had me doubting my abilities. Every time that I have let my self respect sidetrack, just to accomodate you.<br /><br />But, let me assure you one thing - That, soon enough - I will be the one with the last laugh.<br /><br />You may do whatever, but you cant stand long enough, blocking my ways of passion.Nemo :)https://www.blogger.com/profile/17753440222327916481noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3380793708805406109.post-75223623321163470392012-04-18T11:12:13.859-04:002012-04-18T11:12:13.859-04:00Poppy posed, pining. "Pedro, por que palabrer...Poppy posed, pining. "Pedro, por que palabreria pequeno?"<br /><br />"Por que, Poppy? Por que Pedro plain parched.<br /><br /><br />(Send in the Spanish when all else fails.)cleemckenziehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15456109243453726483noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3380793708805406109.post-90963836380589682322012-04-17T23:14:10.892-04:002012-04-17T23:14:10.892-04:00No time, no time...but the prompt idea is a good o...No time, no time...but the prompt idea is a good one for a month that's not A to Z. Right now I'm just focused on meeting as many new bloggers as possible.<br /><br /><a href="http://patriciastoltey.blogspot.com" rel="nofollow">Patricia</a>Patricia Stolteyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17192369425956406122noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3380793708805406109.post-70161917655748447202012-04-17T12:42:26.442-04:002012-04-17T12:42:26.442-04:00Ophelia, owning only one oar, opined o'er ocea...Ophelia, owning only one oar, opined o'er ocean obscure. "Oliver, only one oar!" <br /><br />Oriental and optimistic, Oliver offered, "Only one oar. Only one oarsman, Ophelia."<br /><br />(Do I still get a hug in spite of these things?)cleemckenziehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15456109243453726483noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3380793708805406109.post-85430547568716651772012-04-17T05:50:29.879-04:002012-04-17T05:50:29.879-04:00Sorry forgot to say I am now following love the bl...Sorry forgot to say I am now following love the blog and come visit me any time<br />www.jollyjillys.blogspot.comAbout JollyJillyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10905906450626390085noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3380793708805406109.post-59373378823851307572012-04-17T05:49:55.009-04:002012-04-17T05:49:55.009-04:00I carried my own suitcase as I pushed through the ...I carried my own suitcase as I pushed through the steam and entered the Orient Express. The adventure had beganAbout JollyJillyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10905906450626390085noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3380793708805406109.post-34267262987542495662012-04-17T02:38:08.465-04:002012-04-17T02:38:08.465-04:00My entry for the letter 'O'
I sit orient...My entry for the letter 'O'<br /><br /><br />I sit oriented facing east.<br />Looking at the mists rise,<br />Watching the fog give its way,<br />For the sparkling dew drops, in the rising sun.<br /><br />I sit oriented anticipating spring.<br />Waiting for the rebirth of those thorny trees,<br />For those longer days and shorter darks,<br />And eager for more colors in my life.<br /><br />I sit oriented, ready for new beginnings<br />I might have failed, yet again, this time.<br />But, the lessons that I learn from my mistakes,<br />Are all the stepping stones, to my own success.nemoswritinghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17293011276684882514noreply@blogger.com