Week #28: Jiminy

“No! I’m tired of doing what you say.”

“You are? Since when have you felt this way?”

“Since… forever! I feel like you’re always patronizing me.”

“I don’t mean to make you feel that way.”

“Well, you do!”

“What can I do make you feel differently?”

“Nothing. Absolutely nothing. I won’t obey you blindly anymore, putting my trust on good intentions. I won’t. This is my life. I’m free to do what I want with it.”

“But… If you would only listen…”

“I don’t want to listen anymore!”

“Why are you telling me this only now?”

“Does it really matter? It’s now out in the open. And I don’t want to do this anymore.”

“Well… if that’s what will make you happy. Pinocchio? Pinocchio?”


“Geppetto! Come quickly! Pinocchio… He’s gone back to being a lifeless puppet again.”


Weeks #26&27: The Girl and Guy Next Door

26. Subject: Write about a neighbour.
27. First Line: With him, she’d had some wonderfully stable times

With him, she’d had some wonderfully stable times. Stable, in a way that they never fought. They never had any misunderstandings. Things were easy. Things were fine. Things were…


She never complained, no, not her. She was happy. He was a good man. He had a good job. He was good looking, too. She wouldn’t trade him for anything or anyone else.

Or so she thought.

She couldn’t really remember when she had those first prickles of discontent. Was it when she took notice of the uninterested way he sometimes listened to her stories? Was it when she realized he ordered the same old thing every Saturday night? Hmmm. It just crept up on her, she guessed.

But she couldn’t break up with him. No, she couldn’t. What would she say? “You don’t interest me anymore.” That would be, not exactly harsh, but not exactly tactful either.

Maybe… maybe she could find a way to rekindle the romance lost between them. Rather the romance she’d lost or cut of from him. She didn’t know if he felt the same way – stuck in a rut – as she did. So what could she do?

She went back to their first glance — the first time the two of them met. It was during a seminar. A seminar for a cause she was and is still passionate about.

She went back over the memories they had shared throughout the years. Ten to be exact. Wow, she couldn’t believe they were together for a decade already.

She pored over their ups and downs. The past few months felt like they were only standing on middle ground. But as she recollected the roller coaster years that preceded it — why, times with him, in actuality, weren’t really that boring.

She had simply just forgotten her first love. She knew this was true when she met up with him again that Saturday. He ordered the same old thing, sure. But his face wasn’t uninterested when he looked towards her. In his eyes, she saw those of the man who doted on her ten years before.

As he lifted his fork towards his mouth for a bite of pasta, she leaned over to give him a kiss.

“What was that for?”

“Nothing. I love you, Honey.”

“I love you, too.”

Halfway Through

We’re halfway through the challenge. I still feel that my keyboard is rusty though.

Note to self: Consistency is key.

So let’s get to more writing, shall we?

26. Subject: Write about a neighbour.
27. First Line: With him, she’d had some wonderfully stable times
28. Dialogue: “No! I’m tired of doing what you say.”
29. Scenario: You see someone being hit in the street. What superpower would you like to have in this situation?
30. Title: The Skeleton In The Village

Weeks #24&25: The Mystery of Sapphire Lake

24. Scenario: Your friend asks you to put the lottery on for him/her, then wins a million. How much do you think you should get for your trip to the shop? Write about what happens.
25. Title: The Mystery of Sapphire Lake

“The place is called Sapphire Lake. Now don’t you forget — Sapphire Lake.”

“Riiiigggghhht. Sapphire Lake. Honestly, I don’t know why you do this. I don’t know how you can trust riches to chance.”

“Whatever, just send the ticket in, will you? It’s on your way to work anyway.”

“Fine, fine, I’ll go to Sapphire Lake.”

Sapphire Lake. What an odd name for a lottery house. Well, an odd name for an odd hobby. I can’t understand my friend’s addiction to this game. Usually, she sends the ticket in herself. But last week, my office got relocated to the lottery neighborhood, soo…

Phoey. Sapphire Lake.

“I sent the ticket in, just like you told me to.”

“Shhh, shhh! They’re announcing the winning numbers!”

“Now? Wow, so fast.”

“Well, yeah, you sent the ticket in this morning. And it’s evening already. So…”

“Yeah, still so fast.”

“Give me a five… give me a nine… I can’t take this! Ugh, last number! Three, please! Three!”

“You know the odds are of you winning that thing, right?”

“Shhhhh! This is it! This is it!”

“It’s about — “

“Three! Omigosh! I won the jackpot! I won the jackpot!”


“I won!”

“Hey, I sent the ticket in. Shouldn’t  I get something?”

“Huh? Okay. Hmmm. How’s about 10%?”

“10%? 10%???”

“Fine, none then.”

“Okay, 10% is okay.”