IBMC #10: The Happiness Challenge

Welcome to the last task. This one is pretty easy!
“Happiness is … ”

Complete the sentence and grow it. Keep it a maximum of five hundred words or less.

Happiness is…

IBMC #9: The Be a Baby Challenge

The task:

As a baby everything around is new to them. They slowly learn things by keenly observing how each and everything is done. It’s a pleasure to watch a baby learn new things. They learn that they need to cry to get something. They learn that they need to put forward their hands to reach out for something. Many such slow incremental things accumulate in order.

Now the task is if you were to see something with a fresh new perspective, what would be it? Give a baby step to something and explore this new perception and dimension with your engaging thoughts. You can give a fresh meaning to a new word, sentence, concept or anything weird or meaningful.

A Heart of Fullmetal

Throughout the years in which I developed my craze for anime, FMAB has been a giant legend waiting on the horizon for when I’d be ready. And up until now, I didn’t think it would be as good as some of the best books I read.

I’m always doing that. Comparing other forms of storytelling to books.

Writers’ Block Paranoia

There’s a lot of writing advice out there for wannabe pros. Most of it is about how you have to show up every day whether you feel like it or not. Have a set word limit for every day. Have a specific spot where you can sit down to write without distractions, Do it for a long time, and you’ll have your brain wired to pick up inspiration whenever you sit down. They speak long term.

Secret

“Say,” Rose asked Dawn. “What’s your secret?”

My secret? I could tell you, but you probably wouldn’t believe me. It’s pretty simple.

Why Write?

Lately, my friends have been telling me that the things I write feel forced. When I’m writing a supposedly fictional scene, the characters feel like bubbles with existential crisis floating in the middle of nowhere, talking to each other like intellectual dweebs.

Post Vacation Post

I’ve been there before. I’ve been there at least a handful of times. And every time I thought the place was pretty. I’ve always admired the sky, even if all I could see of it was a thin strip, covered in gray storm clouds heavy with rain. I’d seen the mountains before, but only from far, and they just appeared to be this mass of earth that I’ll possibly never reach. This time, I wasn’t excited like before. I wasn’t overly happy to be traveling because my baby cousin had spent the previous night crying. And when I got there I had a headache. Yup, I thought, not the grandest journey I’ve made.

I was wrong.

Friends and Making Friends: 11 Realizations

I’m not talking about Friends as in the TV series. I’m talking about real life friends and friendships. As I near the end of high school (in my country at least) I know that I may not have exhausted my ability or willingness to make friends just yet, but I also know that I have most certainly lost the momentum I gained just a couple of years ago. In retrospect, I’ve had two of the best years spent with my bestest friends yet. Guys, they say if you can be friends for 7 years straight, nothing can tear you apart. We’ve got the majority left, but I know it will be easier for me this time than it was the last. This blog post is a tribute to us and our friendship.

Something More Than Breakfast

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Food for the Soul (and the Stomach).”

Most people love cereals. I don’t. They just taste so weird, like a bunch of starch chips was thrown into milk. Yes, it tastes like that. I don’t get how or why people like it so much.

There are kids whose only staple food is cerelac

Memento Mori

One of my teachers’ husband died a couple of days ago. Brain stroke. She’s depressed beyond what I can explain. I haven’t interacted with her much, but from what I have, I’m sure it’s going to take her a long time to get over it. They were both too nice for their own good, I hear.

One of my distant cousins had brain stroke as well,