Post a Week: The Story Never Grows Old

Tell us about a book you can read again and again without getting bored — what is it that speaks to you?

Darkness
An uncreated Being
all alone.

Light
Oceans, mountains, rivers, animals
and finally
a being created —
One of His own.

A serpent.

A tree.

Spiritual death to all humanity.

A mission to get His children back.

A chosen people
Men and women falling
Yet
Rising
Up
Again.

Finally.
A Messiah,
A Saviour to all.

New life to those who believe
Abundant grace
Fullness
Victory over sin and
The grave.

A second coming
A new world
An era where tears are but a distant memory
Pain and suffering are but fragments
Of a strange dream.

A new world
One reigned by an uncreated Being
And children He calls
His own.

via http://dailypost.wordpress.com/2013/04/25/daily-prompt-books/

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On Time and Distance

85 days / 12 weeks / 3 months
How will I last till then?
My hand’s already grabbing my telephone
Looks like I’m coming undone again

Can I call and say I miss you?
Can I say I want to see you now?
Can I say how much I hate this distance?
Can I say I need you — but how?
There’s 1550 miles between us
You’re one train, one bus, and one plane away
I’ve got to grit my teeth and keep standing strong
85 days isn’t really that long

85 days / 12 weeks / 3 months
What will I do till then
My planner’s filled up with activities
Need to distract myself once again

Yeah I’m telling myself
That 85 days ain’t long

85 days / 12 weeks / 3 months
The countdown begins today
85 days / 12 weeks / 3 months
I’m sure love will make a way

Post a Week: Freaky Friday

If you could be someone else for a day, who would you be, and why? If that seems too easy, try this one: who would you like to have spend a day as you and what do you hope they’d learn from the experience?

I wonder what it’s like to live your life. To take that long, long, long commute to your office daily. To not drink tea, to not drink coffee, to watch what you eat more or less constantly. To head back home when the rest of the world is ready to hit the sack, to sleep long after I had already bid you sweet good night.

I want to feel the pressure you feel there. Maybe, if I do, I’d understand more. I try to understand, to empathize now, but as a tabby cat comprehends the carabao’s toil, so do I comprehend you.

You have so much of my respect. I’d go as far to say that I admire you greatly. It would be fun to live your life out.

Even if it’s just for a day.

via http://dailypost.wordpress.com/2013/04/18/daily-prompt-freaky-friday/

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“There’s no place like home. There’s no place like home. There’s no place like home.” (Dorothy, Wizard of Oz)

Guess who’s back in Scribbleland? The Scribbler! Weee!

How about a welcome hug? Anyone?

I’m trying to shift back into writing gear (storywriting gear, that is) but I’m learning it’s kinda hard to do when you’ve lost a bit of a momentum. True, I’ve been doing a lot of writing these past two weeks but I’ve been writing code —  PHP, jQuery, CSS, and lots and lots of HTML. So it might take some time before I get back into full prose and poetry mode.

But fret not. This blog will be up and running again. I’ll be finishing the 10 What If’s off (stay tuned for What if Saturday!) and will probably get started on a new project once that’s done.

I might not be posting as regularly as last season. I want to focus on some personal projects (book – book – *cough* cough*) and will probably be posting here twice a week. But keep an eye out on my other blog (www.marishores.com), too, because I’ll be posting new stuff there (err, just once a week this time) soon.

So this is The Scribbler shifting from neutral to first gear, moving on to second, third, and fourth gear soon, soon, soon.

Ahh. Feels good to be back.

I’ve wandered over to The Matticus Kingdom! Before helping me get back to where I’m supposed to be right now, why not stop and take a look around?

The Matticus Kingdom

The Scribbler  journeyed through the kingdom today, on a quest in unfamiliar territory.  No, she wasn’t searching for the holy grail, but for answers, for silliness, for truth – or as close as we can get to any of those things here:

The streets look different here. I can’t find the usual doodles. I can’t hear any melodious indie music being played out. And the books — where are all the books? Where are all the what if stories, the scripture paraphrases, the whimsical rants and raves?
Something tells me we’re not in Scribbleland any more, Toto.
I look around, trying to find any clue that would establish my current location. Poetry. Pictures of cats. Oh, a picture of a dog, too. Wit, humour, blogging awards — a western comedy that I have yet to look into. Hmmm.
Finally, I see the sign. Ah! “The Matticus Kingdom”.
Toto wags…

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Gone Fishing (Or Something)

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Yep, you read it correctly. The Scribbler will be out and about for the next two weeks, hence, this space might go into hibernation mode for thirteen days or so. I’m not sure if I’ll be doing any sort of fishing, actually, but I’m guessing my hands will be too busy for any sort of blog scribbling or illustration sketching. Don’t worry, don’t worry. I’ll be back with loads of stories to share.

And you might find me wandering around some other kingdom here in blogosphere so keep an eye out for me and help me get back to Scribbleland safely, ‘kay?

Be back soon. Ta-ta for now!