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: Cruelty Ver.01

Post #08.1

Topic: Cruelty

Time Limit: 30 seconds

I silently looked back at her. Staring at her…and then and there I tried all I can muster. A question I always wanted to ask her but couldn’t quite say it through all this year.

“Why do this to yourself? The need to be so hard on yourself and criticism is all you do to yourself. Everything is not good enough for you. Why put pain on you? Why such cruelty?”

I gave all I can and just stumbled from all the energy drained from just uttering those words. She just kept staring back.

“Because you let me.” She answered back.

I tried to look up and look at her. Asking myself how did it come to this. Why would she say those horrible things.

Then it dawned on me, it was my reflection all along. No, the monster within me. She has taken almost all of me.

I kinda thought this was unfair… 30 seconds? Really. Well I know you can come up with something in 30 seconds because the first few words I thought to put in were:

“Just look at yourself in the mirror and wake the monster” or “Inside of you” something like that. But I wanted to have some sort of storytelling…a bit of drama… a bit of a build up so it kinda took long. πŸ˜› hehe

I think I finished in about 3-4mins and 30 seconds or something. Not so bad right? πŸ˜› C’mon…i did think of something short right? πŸ˜›Β 

I am just a sucker on reflection and self v.s. self nowadays! πŸ˜› (Or maybe, I just love those reflection-eque kind of genre or things) Shooocks! Maybe I’ve got some feels within me. Some demons inside of me I need to figure out and face. πŸ˜› It’s still a nice inspiration for writing right?

Experiences? huh? Hmmm…

Let me ponder on that πŸ™‚

Spitwriting: Awake

Post #07

Topic: Awake

Time Limit: 1-2 mins

I lie in bed… just looking at the ceiling…that seemed like decades.

The music I hear are the sound of my clock and the gust of wind protruding on the slightly ajar window beside me.

I feel calm, and lost at the same time as I keep looking at the darkness that surrounds me.

I slowly close my eyes but as it happens, my eyes can’t simply rest.

Β Now, it’s 4:30 in the morning and I just feel like I am adrift on this vast sea called life and time just keeps slowly pressing me down at the same time

Is this the feeling of being awake in the middle of the night?…waiting for the hours to tick by? Waiting for something to happen? Waiting for someone to shake me in this stagnant point in my life… where my whole body…my whole identity…my whole being is just slipping away and floating somewhere in this universe.

So, I think I got better…2 mins and 10 seconds. πŸ™‚ Not bad! Improving, nonetheless! πŸ˜› heheΒ 

Inspired by recent events in once life and other’s experience… tadaaaaah! πŸ™‚ I’d like to continue this though…but in a different… way. This was just to be able to finish in the time limit. Maybe in the future, I shall finally create one! πŸ™‚Β