Weekly Writing Challenge: My Funny Valentine?

Her eyes slowly opened as the sun shun down exactly upon them. She gave a comfortable yawn and placed her hand above her forehead just to shield her eyes from the glowing sun yet be able to see the beautiful day that had lay upon her. She stood there for a minute soaking in every inch of the start of the day and couldn’t get enough of it.

Alas, she walked away from the window and walked across her kitchen. Got herself a cup of coffee and smelled the great aroma behind it all and took a sip. She made some toast and some sunny side up. Took a warm shower, used her favorite sunday dress and hat. And off she went outside on that lovely day.

She skipped a bit when she knew no one was looking and gave a small satisfactory smile for her little successful act. She greeted and gave the most beautiful smile whenever she came across someone.

Then she passed by a flower kiosk. She looked at the colorful flowers and smelt them one by one. Oh, she beamed with joy. The vendor was so infective by her cheeriness and excitement that he gave her a bouquet of flowers.

“For the lovely lady. May you enjoy tonight!” He said.

I guess, when one is exuberant, it just infects people around you. And she did. But for some reason she radiated today. Why of all days?

Ah, yes! It was tonight! She knew it. She felt it!

Time passed by and soon the sun has set. She was now in front of the restaurant. The waiter took her to the table he reserved.

‘Just for the two of us.’ She remembered each word he said the other day. And she couldn’t help but smile to the thought.

Then, she saw him. He was walking slowly towards him just like those romantic movies or was it? She saw one of his hands shaking, his head facing the floor.

‘It’s really today.’ She exclaimed inside her head.

He did knelt down in one knee. People were now looking. Their eyes full of joy and excitement just as she did. He at the other hand was fidgety and full brim of nervousness engulfed him as he looked at the crowd. He was lost, he didn’t know where to begin. What words to use on this exact moment. And so he decided to look at her in the eye.

The next few things that happened came like a blur. As she looked at him, as he kept talking and explaining the only thing her head was repeating were the words… “I’m sorry, but I don’t love you anymore.”

Was this some kind of funny valentine joke that life just threw at her? She was motionless like a statue frozen in time.

He finally stood up and before he left her there in that restaurant gave a small kiss in the cheek. “Goodbye, Amy.” He couldn’t muster the words but she heard it alright, loud and clear.

She was devastated and lost for words. She suddenly felt her chest turn so cold and solid. It felt warm cement began to solidify right in heart and slowly but effectively was getting heavier by the minute. Was this what they call heart break? It was just too much!

‘They say it will pass…she though… ‘But… to feel this every single day…every single hour and every minute… I may not be able to bare it, let alone live with it.’ She said with tears streaming along her hot cheeks. She realized she had been crying for so long.

‘I do not one to live another day with this! Let me go out if this misery.” She pleaded. “Let me go!”

And for some reason a bright beam of light shun upon her until her eyes couldn’t open wide. She closed her eyes and darkness came upon her.

Her eyes slowly opened as the sun shun down exactly upon them. She gave a comfortable yawn and placed her hand above her forehead just to shield her eyes from the glowing sun yet be able to see the beautiful day that had lay upon her. She stood there for a minute soaking in every inch of the start of the day and couldn’t get enough of it.Β She didn’t care what day it was. Never glanced on the calendar near her window. And to think the glaring sun covered it out of her sight.

Alas, dear Amy has been living the same day never waking up to the next morning. She never wanted to taste the bitter truth that comes that day or the following days. And kept the sweet aroma of the joy of that day… the anticipation and the excitement that the eve of Valentine’s Day brings.

Her life now repeats and repeats and repeats on that same day. Would you like some of this bittersweet sensation this Valentine’s Day?

So, I saw this post Weekly Writing Challenge and it got me thinking about it! πŸ™‚ It isn’t really my experience (obviously, one cannot repeat exactly a day) but I was quite inspired by the topic. I know usually people would put up some of their experiences and that is totally fine. πŸ™‚ That is lovely. However, I wanted to challenge, think outside the box , push the envelope and test the water for this one.

It’s a nice experience, being creative and sharing it to a community who is interested on what you do or have the same passion as you. (Hopefully they do. hehe πŸ™‚ ) So I am quite satisfied for this entry.Β 

If you stumble upon this entry or this link, hello and thank you for stopping by! πŸ™‚

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Spitwriting: Quarantine

Post #4 Day 04

Topic: Quarantine

Time Limit: 6mins

Everything stood silent on that moment as if time suddenly stopped. Just like a dramatic movie was on. Ad mist of everything in chaos I saw the two of them. My eyes were affixed to them. No matter what i do i was drawn to them.

A middle aged woman kneeling in front of the thick glass in front of her. Her gaze was affixed to something… someone? couldn’t quite see who it is but her hand was touching the thick glass. It is actually forbidden but at this moment no one will ever mind.

She was silently holding back her tears this poor woman. Then there i saw…as the cloud of people slowly dispersed on my vision that was blocking the opposite end of the woman… a young little girl clinging out from the grasp of a soldier. Crying hysterically…continuously banging the glass that as we all know can never be broken by a small hand of a child. And the word “mama” kept leaving her trembling lips. Her tears kept pouring and pouring until she can no longer.

This is what i’ve feared at the incoming pandemic that just suddenly swept us.

The sudden chaos, the desperate people, and the thick glass that has to be placed for this horrible pandemic to stop.

But nothing is more horrible than to be separated from a loved one… more importantly a mother to a young.

However in order for us to survive…a quarantine has to be placed in order.

I do apologize, I exceeded again from the time limit. By this time, I think I am just glad that I can participate and exercise my story telling skills with the topic bestowed daily. But I’ll really, really try for next topic.

For this entry I was thinking of it to be longer but I noticed time was up a loooong time ago. So, kinda gave a shorter version. (And actually, I think the short version is not that bad. :P) Not yet done with the longer version.

So, if you guys are interested just click here for the longer version. BTW, I’ve not typed it so, please do wait! πŸ˜€ Anyway, I shall post it in a new post! πŸ˜‰ so no worries!Β