On Mashups

I am missing a few weeks and I might miss a few weeks more. But I shall make up by doing mashups, like what I did last week. Looks like Weeks #10 and #11 will be mashups as well. But let’s keep doing this, shall we?

For the next five:

11. Subject: Write about a phobia.
12. First Line: The horse came back alone
13. Dialogue: “Do you think he crashed the car on purpose?”
14. Scenario: You’ve been ordered to kill someone you’ve fallen in love with. How did you get into this situation and what will you do next?
15. Title: The One That Got Away

Fighting!

potato salad

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Weeks #9&10: The Abandoned Bike

Three hours of invisibility. That was all they had given her. They had given the power to teleport to others, the ability to read minds to some, but all they had given her were three measly hours. Huh.

What on earth would she do with this “power”? She already felt invisible most days. The power to simply disappear, in truth, was to her more of a curse than a well-intended gift.

She would visit her parents. Find out what they did on days when she was gone. Or perhaps she’d spy on her boyfriend. Was he really faithful, did he really act like she was the one?

There was an abandoned bike in front of her brother’s house. How did it get there, she wondered? Aha. She would use the three hours to find out. She would use the three hours to know of his going about.

It seemed pointless though. After all, she could just ask and surely he’d give her an honest answer. That’s what brother’s do, right?

She sat by his doorstep. And waited. And waited. Pretty soon, the three hours were up. That was when he came by. But, by then, she had lost all powers of invisibility.

“Hey, bro?”

“Yeah, sis?”

“What’s up with the abandoned bike?”

“Oh. It’s a long story actually…”

She was right. She could have just simply asked. And that was a power worth much, much more than a hundred, a thousand, a million hours of invisibility.

She was glad she still had that.

Week #8: Headlines

“Have you read the newspaper stories about my wife?”

“Hmmm. I think I might have.”

“You might have? You might have??? You should have! You couldn’t have missed it!”

“Okay, okay, I haven’t read anything. Tell me what the stories are about. Did she kill someone? Did she rob a bank?”

“I don’t think that’s funny.”

“Okay, tell me.”

“Her invention has been recognized by the United Nations! How could you have missed that???”

“Ooooh. What invention? The one with the cloth?”

“Yes! That one! Her water-purifying cloth!”

“Wow. So it really works, huh?”

“Of course! This is Criselda we’re talking about!”

“Well, forgive me for the bank robbery remarks. Congratulations. You have one fine woman there.”

“Thank you. I sure have. I sure have.”