Daily Prompt: Predictions

There are 344 days remaining in the year. Describe what you’d like to be doing on day 211. (Hint: that’s July 30th.)

Photographers, artists, poets: show us the FUTURE.

Usually my brother and I don’t get along at all. We are exact opposites in every way imaginable. We both have completely different interests, completely different looks, completely different ways of approaching things, etc. That being said July 30th is the only day we get along. It’s his birthday.

This one day I make him feel even more in the centre of attention (he’s a bit of a drama queen) and make an effort to not get annoyed. I usually get him a present too, something quite large and reasonably expensive too! It’s my way of trying to get to him and try to make a fresh year. As he gets older by another year, I expect a certain level of maturity, more so every year. This is natural of course.

When my brother was born I thought (or so I was told by our mum) that my little brother was the most wonderful thing in the universe. When we were little he would come with the other four of us to play in our village where we lived at the time, and we had a lot of fun together. Then when we moved away from the village things became more turbulent. My brother is and always has been a softy. He used to hate water-fights, because he didn’t like being the victim even if everyone else was also getting soaked! When we moved into the city, he had to move school, and this caused him a lot of problems.

He used to get bullied by older kids at primary school. This stopped happening after he had made some friends in his year, however I remember him staying off school a lot because he hated it so much. He wouldn’t let our mum leave him alone. It was quite scary to watch someone be petrifying by the idea of school, something I’ve never particularly disliked (although he and I went to very different schools). He made it though his primary years though, and by the end he was much more confident. His next task then was to move up to high school, and this also proved difficult for him. When he moved into his first year at high school, much older, bigger kids would tease and swear at him, and, for him, I think this was like a recurring nightmare. For several weeks he was quite shaky, however when he came out of it you could sense a change. He had become so much more unforgiving, so much older.

This was the biggest change in his attitude towards our mum and I, and he would get annoyed by everything we did, shouting verbal abuse all the time. He never did any work, and I think he just has no motivation. I can just imagine the thoughts running through his head, “No one’s ever helped me so why should I help them?“. This in itself is silly because our mum especially has always been very supportive of us. However I think there’s an interesting idea here.

Everyone goes on about kids entering their “teenage years” and how it will bring mayhem and so forth. This being said, I think the cause of this is because of all these new experiences. I think that people overestimate the stress capacity of such a young mind. I would know. I think that teachers should be  more forgiving and helpful to young teens who find the whole experience of moving to a bigger school with older, bigger, often meaner kids very stressful and wearing. That should be the future.

Futures of other universes (blogs):

    1. Timeline Of The Far Future | AS I PLEASE
    2. Story Throw Up | Lewis Cave
    3. On July 30th I’ll Be Drawing A Blank | The Jittery Goat
    4. DP Daily Prompt: Predictions | Sabethville
    5. perhaps one out of | y
    6. future | yi-ching lin photography
    7. Daily Prompt: Predictions | tnkerr-Writing Prompts and Practice
    8. Daily Prompt: Predictions | Thoughts of an INFP
    9. 254. July 30, 2014 | Barely Right of Center
    10. Fate | Active Army Wife
    11. july 30, 2014 | Life Love Lily
    12. The thing I would like to do on day 211: Thanks to Allah | Write for learning
    13. Predictions – A Daily Prompt Post | My Little Avalon
    14. Daily Prompt: Predictions | Willow Blackbird
    15. Just messing about on the river: Daily prompt | alienorajt
    16. July 30th, 2014 « My journey to qualify for the Boston Marathon…and everything in between…
    17. Daily Prompt: Predictions | A Day In The Life
    18. After 211 days… | Read Me
    19. What the Heck Could I Doing On July 30th 2014 | Lisa’s Kansa Muse
    20. Der, Die, Das…Was? | Mishe en Place
    21. The Rock | L5GN
    22. Give Me A Break | Wanderlein
    23. A Bright Future | A mom’s blog
    24. Developing Prediction Senses | Ako Si Ehm Blog
    25. “Predictions” | Relax
    26. Hump Day, Metathesis, and Discipleship | meanderedwanderings
    27. Daily Prompt: Predictions | Chronicles of an Anglo Swiss
    28. Daily Prompt: Predictions | Finding Life
    29. As I look into the Crystal Ball | Unlocking The Inner Creative
    30. Daily Prompt: Predictions | Basically Beyond Basic
    31. The business of writing | Kate Murray
    32. Daily Prompt: Through the Looking | One Starving Activist
    33. Will They Come True? | Flowers and Breezes
    34. Predictions | Geek Ergo Sum
    35. Predictions: July 30th | A Patchwork Life
    36. In the Future | One Crazy Mom
    37. Guest Blog Post by Precious and Coco (Kitty Cats): How To Be The Perfect Cat Person
    38. 211/365 | The Colours of Confetti
    39. of unwanted complications « Anawnimiss
    40. Chasing Dreams | Real Life Co.
    41. I can predict the future! | Love.Books.Coffee.
    42. The Future | The Land Slide Photography
    43. Daily Prompt: Predictions | Under the Monkey Tree
    44. Daily Prompt: Predictions – Hoping for major advances in the HIV field while saying goodbye to Australia « psychologistmimi
    45. Pee Here Now Part 2/Daily Prompt | I’m a Writer, Yes I Am
    46. Daily Prompt: Predictions/Future | A Taste of Morning
    47. Daily Prompt: Life on day 211 | Life’s So Sweet


Daily Prompt: The Luckiest People

Who was the first person you encountered today? Write about him or her.

Photographers, artists, poets: show us PEOPLE.

 The first person I encountered today was my dear friend Anna C, who is the singer in our band, and who I’ve known since primary school. She’s always been different, funky, stylish. Even in primary school she dressed in funky clothes outside of school. Singing is her passion. We were both choristers at the same time, although I started a year before her. In the unique environment of the cathedral where we practically grew up, we were trained in the tradition of a daily choral regime, singing services every night apart from Saturday. This was where Anna shined, singing increasingly more solos towards the end of her chorister career, and under the instruction of both the choir master and her singing teacher her voice gradually developed into what it is today.

I have always been the youngest of my peer group, and Anna is only a couple of months older than I, so there has been that connection to an extent as well. We were the two Deputy Head Choristers in our final year as choristers, however my voice had broken quite suddenly in the summer before term started and, at age 12, was the youngest bass in the choir…

It was actually quite hilarious, but because we both have had the vocal training we enjoyed singing together in private with our other friends. I’ve never really been into singing since my voice broke, because after your voice broke in the choir we were a part of, you are more or less discarded and get absolutely no training in your new vocal range, something I didn’t appreciate at the time. I sing sometimes to myself, especially our band’s own songs, and because I have a kind of trans-Atlantic accent thing going from watching far too much American TV throughout my life, I think I sound like Anna (she’s not American, but does have a similar accent to mine, although I do sometimes go quite Scottish depending on what I’m talking about).

Anna is a massive Noel Fielding fan, and dresses up in funky costumes like him (not quite to the same extent but wacky all the same!). She got her hair cut like a lead singer in a band she likes, so she would look quite gothic if she dressed in all black and got some piercings. Despite being known in our peer group as someone who doesn’t go out with a lot of guys at all, she does get a large amount of male attention. It has to be said she is very good-looking and I remember several occasions (which she knows about now) in primary school and the early years of high school where I did have quite a bad crush on her!

So we have a lot of history, and we have such a laugh all the time. She is incredibly funny and I often ask her to do some kind of surreal or just plain hilarious stand-up at my birthday events – always a hit with our friends. If I didn’t know her I don’t think I would be half as jolly as I am today.

She has also influenced a lot of my life. An example of this is my taste in music. In primary school she was often teased for being different – whilst others listened to recent pop music, she would listen to bands like the Oasis and Metric, and big names like David Bowie. As a young kid from the countryside who had previously never been interested in anything other than games and could never remember celebrities, I took the chance to learn a bit about the music she listened to, and instantly fell in love with it. Now we are part of a band so we can create music of our own that we like, influenced by all the bands we listen to.

Anna is just a great and very talented person, and I don’t tell that to her enough. I have no idea what I’d do without her as she is one of my best friends, and has been for a long time. I will be seeing her tomorrow for recording another of our songs! Hopefully alternative-rock enduced mayhem will break out!

Other people:

  1. Olga and Masha making vareniki. January 17, 2014 | Vintage Photography
  2. Who are you. | Passionate Dreaming
  3. The Luckiest People | The Nameless One
  4. First Encounter: Meeting Abby | Dean’z Worldz
  5. The Luckiest People | Geek Ergo Sum
  6. hungover and fresh with bed head and lingering pillow wrinkles | thoughtsofrkh
  7. Who was it? | Phelio a Random Post a Day
  8. The Luckiest People: People | Khana’s Web
  9. DP Daily Prompt: Luckiest People | Sabethville
  10. daily prompt: the luckiest people | aimanss…
  11. Frozen | La Gatita Oscura
  12. The First Person | 52 Miles per Month
  13. Heat Sense | johnny ojanpera
  14. My Better Half . . . No, Really! | meanderedwanderings
  15. 9: Others | 365 days of defiance
  16. Elected – excluding others? | A Teacher’s Blog
  17. Crafts for girls | A mom’s blog
  18. Morning People… | Haiku By Ku
  19. “The Luckiest People”(?) | Relax
  20. Daily Prompt: The Luckiest People | tnkerr-Writing Prompts and Practice
  21. Reflection | My Little Avalon
  22. Daily Prompt: The Luckiest People | Chronicles of an Anglo Swiss
  23. Nobody | Fictionalism
  24. Daily Post: People | Destino
  25. P E O P L E | the bippity boppity beautiful blog
  26. The Grey Farmhouse | The Jittery Goat
  27. People | Purple Rosemary
  28. Daily Prompt: The Luckiest (?) People | Heron There & Everywhere
  29. People | Foto Challenge
  30. The full set : Daily Prompt – photo | alienorajt
  31. FriendShip. The Extraordinary Story of One Family. | The Life NomadikThe Life Nomadik
  32. Not so lucky. ha! | Chasing The Bubble
  33. Daily Prompt: The Luckiest People | Basically Beyond Basic
  34. Encounter with Self | all my likes
  35. Lucky to have Mother in your life | Processing the life
  36. Daily Prompt: People | Chronicles of a Public Transit User
  37. I am the “luckiest people” | I Didn’t Just Wake Up This Morning with a Craving
  38. Daily Prompt: He Is a Man | One Starving Activist
  39. A Glimpse through The Curtains | Shadows Of The Divine
  40. Daily Prompt: The Luckiest People | Blame It on Em
  41. Daily Prompt: The Luckiest People | The Wandering Poet
  42. Time, Life and My Beautiful He | Shades of Teal
  43. Giving it a go- Liebster award | Raspberry’s Daydreams
  44. Who is Luckier? | Photography Journal Blog
  45. I B | Flowers and Breezes
  46. My Dog / Daily Post | I’m a Writer, Yes I Am
  47. Daily Prompt: The Luckiest Momma | Under the Monkey Tree
  48. Smell of the Color Pink | field of thorns
  49. A genuine Friendship.. | TheWildFlower
  50. Helpful Cat | Muddy River Muse
  51. Connection to the Past | Broken Light: A Photography Collective
  52. You were !! | The Seminary of Praying Mantis
  53. Lucky | My Play Nook
  54. The Man Who Shovels Snow
  55. The Art of Coexistance: Why I Haven’t Seen My Roommate Yet | thanks for letting me autograph your cat
  56. Lucky Little Lily | Life Love Lily
  57. Define “First” | My Author-itis
  58. My buddies | Emovere
  59. Luckiest people | Making Life an Art
  60. Do they know they’re being blogged about? | djgarcia94
  61. The Story of a Man and a Pizza and a Truck and a Fish and … just read the dang thing, will you? | Journey Taker
  62. Beloved | Active Army Wife
  63. Daily Prompt: The Luckiest People | jane sleeps here
  64. Daily Prompt: (The Luckiest) People | Visions Of A Daydreamer
  65. Week One: My Happy Money Experiment | Lewis Cave
  66. Dad | Life as a country bumpkin…not a city girl
  67. Daily Prompt: The Luckiest People | Occasional Stuff
  68. 5 Truths About Living with a Roommate | Thoughts Less Traveled
  69. The Luckiest People | Wicked Words
  70. Meeting Up Out In The Rolling Plains | Lisa’s Kansa Muse
  71. Racist, bully, stupid, or all of the above? | Mishe en Place
  72. First Seen, but Not Spoken | The Photo Faith Challenge
  73. The Luckiest Person, Me! | 365 Days of Thank You

Daily Prompt: The Outsiders

Tell us about the experience of being outside, looking in — however you’d like to interpret that.

Photographers, artists, poets: show us OUTSIDE.

I have spoken of, on this blog, of the bullies I had to put up with at primary school and early high school. It was torture. I was a small kid, the youngest in his year by several months, from the rural countryside with a slight lisp (which left as I moved towards upper primary). I had just moved to the city to attend school, and I was travelling for two hours up and two hours back in a car to get to and from school. Exhausting physically and mentally on an eight year old kid who knew nothing of city life, who got a bad time from inconsiderate teachers who knew nothing of the feeling of being on the outside.

People underestimate the power of small kids on other kids. Even in what I thought was a modern society to be growing up in I got a bad time, and this affected my schoolwork. I got annoyed, I got stressed out – yet I managed to keep myself in check better than the bullies who got away with murder, so to speak. It’s frustrating even now for me to have someone disregard your efforts, through all you may encounter in life.  Some people may say that by hating others disregarding your efforts you are a self-centred person. Well it’s the exact opposite because I hate being centre of attention, I generally don’t think about myself.

I spent last night writing two pages of thoughts (which I never do) on paper, explaining to myself what I feel like, gaining some kind of idea of what might be the cause of what I’m feeling right now, even if it isn’t dealing with bullies. Complications have made me somewhat uneasy and now I have this buzzing energy inside my head, noticeably at night, like I’m on edge. This has resulted in a week’s worth of insomnia. I’d prefer not to say what it is that’s bothering me on the blog, but I can tell you this: I feel like I did. I feel like an outsider. I feel like my efforts are doing no good. I want to do good. I heard a Priest (which is surprising since I am not religious in any shape or form) tell the story of the three brothers, the camels and the Magi, which is also a popular maths puzzle. Despite not being religious there is a lesson learnt here:

“No matter how poor you are, you can share and give emotionally, physically and in your worldly belongings. By not sharing and giving these things, even if you yourself are poor, you will never get anything out of it. Nothing will come of it. But by sharing you will help. You may [such as in the story he told] even get a profit.”

It caught my ear, because it is of particular relevance to myself. I give. I am actively giving more. I am actively learn how to give more. But what happens when you lose faith in yourself? What happens when you feel singled out? You begin to feel on the outside.

Daily Prompt: Roy G. Biv

Robinson CrusoeWrite about anything you’d like, but make sure that all seven colors of the rainbow — red, orange, yellow, green, blue, indigo, violet — make an appearance in the post, either through word of image.

Photographers, artists, poets: show us COLORS.

 When I read Roy G. Biv and then the colours of the rainbow, I immediately thought of one of the books set on an island in the middle of nowhere – Robinson Crusoe, etc. I think that the abbreviation, Roy G. Biv, sounds a bit like a name of a stranded Englishman in the middle of the sea.

The book I’m reading at the moment, after finishing two others this week of a very different genre, is the classic ‘Lord of the Flies’ by William Golding, which tells the tale of a group of young boys stranded on an island after their plane crashes. Over time the boys turn from the children they once were, and realise just how childish they actually are, to “murderous savages”. Although this is the first time I’ve ever read this book (I know, some of you may gasp), and I’m only a handful of chapters into the book, I’m no stranger of this kind of story.

At primary school we would often be asked, as a creative writing exercise, to use the desert island scenario to practice describing things as best we could and as over-the-top as we could. This gave birth to some very funny passages with the overuse of words like ‘iridescent’ and phrases such as ‘a splendid array of fantastical colours’, or something like that. It’s quite funny that I should read the Daily Prompt in such a way that I associated Roy G. Biv with the desert island scenario, because you will almost certainly find plants, fruits and animals that are red, orange, yellow, green, blue, indigo and violet.

After writing these funny descriptive passages, our teacher would ask us to then write a desert island story in the two hours of the next creative writing lesson. Naturally, these two-hour sessions were the highlights of my primary school experience. I was often that person who wrote twenty to thirty pages in my jotter, as opposed to others who would manage no more than ten. It was also the centre focus for bullies to pick away at funnily enough – nowadays I can see how the children (without sounding any more than protective of myself) lacking in the faith of their own abilities, which were often very fine indeed, tended to find comfort in then making sure everyone else also lacked faith in their own abilities to compensate.

My favourite story that I wrote, I seem to remember, was one about a hero (‘hero’ was my general term for the ‘protagonist’) who was striving to survive in a desert island jungle whilst searching for a mythical beast. I remember the drawings of this beast – this story was a passion of mine for months! It was a giant lion-man with big, emerald-green, exoskeletal wings like a dragonfly’s, and whose mane was made out of healthy, green and, strangely, blue or blue-green leaves. It had the same orange-yellow skin of a normal lion, however the areas around the shoulder blades, where the wings came out, were covered with the same colour of leaves. This lion-man also had dark purple-blue eyes (so for the sake of this post, let’s call that indigo), with a silver slit so that it looked feline.

However the most wonderful thing was about this story was that at night the giant lionman would look up at the moon and, as the moonlight struck his body, would metamorphose into a far more evil-looking creature of the night. This version of the lion man had more of a look of a panther, with black fur and silver eyes, and silver dragonfly wings, however there was no flesh on these wings – only the beautiful framework of the bones. The creature would stalk the forest and “protect it”, as I put it. The same transformation would recur in the daytime, so that the cycle could restart  – it would look towards the sunrise and, as the sunlight hit the skin this time, it would burn in a mystic flame of red, orange and yellow (I think this idea arose from the idea that to create, sometimes you must destroy, something I had read about around that time) and turn back into the slightly fonder if not strange-looking form of the day.

The creature eventually hunted down the hero in the ‘night form’, although several days later when the hero had investigated further, however the hero made peace with it by giving it a hug(!) – a very childish thing to write in I think!

It’s strange to be thinking about that story – I had almost forgotten it! In my head now it actually seems both colourful in terms of imagery, but also in terms of ideas. Something that was so close to my heart is also, perhaps, something I shouldn’t have forgotten about.