First Line Fridays February 15/2019

It is First Line Friday! Welcome and let’s get writing.

I’ll provide the first line, you get to write whatever comes afterward. Length, genre, and structure are completely up to you. Feel free to modify the line as you see fit, adding punctuation, quotes, or other bits if so desired. No need to tie it to the picture, unless you want to.

Or for more of a challenge, change nothing. You have a week to write it, enjoy!

Include the first line of course! Tag it Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie, First Line Fridays, and short fiction. Create a link (ping-back) to this post and add your link to Mister Linky below.

Your line for this week is:

The falcon launched into the air to swiftly become a sharp speck against the sky. From that great height its laser sharp eyes detected the traps laid for its capture by the men. They were ruthless and greedy. But she was not going to be captured by those traps. She was a majestic bird with a visual accuracy almost three times that of a human eye and flight speed of two hundred kilometers per hour and diving speed close to three hundred kilometers per hour. She was not an easy target to be captured.

And today, she had a different mission. It flew high towards the rocky mountains and found its nest, where the fledglings were waiting to be fed. The falcon fed the four fledglings and waited for its partner to arrive.

After his arrival, she took off in a graceful flight, soaring above the mountains and scanning the valley for what she was looking for. As soon as her target came into view, she went into a swift dive and was near the ground in matter of few seconds. It was a barn where she was headed. Inside the men were talking together. Today they had trapped another falcon for illegal trade. She gave a loud screech and attacked the head honcho, aiming for his eyes. There was panic among them at this unexpected attack. The bag which was holding the falcon slipped from the hand of the man who was in charge of it and that falcon, who was a female too escaped. Both the birds flew out of the barn to safety. The plan was foiled for today and a bird escaped captivity.

 

 

Written in response to;

First Line Fridays 15 February 2019

 

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Tuesday’s Thought Provoker

Rory of A Guy Called Bloke’s;Tuesday’s Thought Provoker’s

Is Social Media Ruining Genuine Friendship & Encouraging More Loneliness?

Yes, It’s Damaging Us

No, It’s another format

No Opinion

Actually, I Think

That social media is both good and bad, like a good cop bad cop rolled into one. If you use it to stay in touch with friends and family far away and in a sensible way, it is good. If the use is just for displaying a false lifestyle and generate envy among your so called “friends ” then obviously it is totally meaningless. My one bid concern is for the young generation who are so much influenced by social media sites like Facebook. That negative influence is totally undesirable.

Why Do People Bully Others?

Insecurity

Avoid Own Problems

Look Cool

For Fun

It’s basically a mental sickness. Maybe the underlying cause is lack of self esteem of insecurity.

Which Stigma/Taboo Is Worse?

Mental Health

Self Harm

Suicidality

Bullying

I would love it if there was a stigma attached to bullying, but it isn’t. The tendency towards self harm or being suicidal aren’t stigmas per sé but something that needs to be avoided, by giving due consideration to mental health improvement.

Do You NEED People In Your Life? How Many People Do You Meet With & Talk

1-3 per Day

4-9 Per Day

10-17 Per Day

18+ Per Day

 It depends on the day, sometimes it’s just family and some days a lots of people when I socialize.

These are my answers. If you are interested, head to Rory’s blog and answer these questions.

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Tuesday Writing Prompt Challenge February 19/2019

The prompts are designed to be quick challenges that can be written in 10 to 15minutes, inspire you creatively, are fun, and get everyone interacting.  Please post your response to the prompt in the comments below and show your fellow posters some love and support.  All members of the Go Dog Go community, including Baristas, are welcome to participate.  Feel free to share this post on your own blogs and/or Facebook.

Today’s Prompt: Write a piece using the phrase;explicit emotion

Taking a deep breath, she opened the door to her bedroom. As expected a host of painful memories assaulted her mind. It was the first time that she had ventured here after that night. The night when her husband breathed his last in the bed he shared with her. It was in this room that he died, even before she had time to call the ambulance. They later told her that it was a massive heart attack, which resulted in his death within a few minutes. She tried to control the overwhelming emotions that were taking over her thinking. Tears were running down her cheeks. And she was experiencing these explicit emotions, her grief and helpless anger which were trying to hold her conscience hostage. She heard someone approach her from behind and felt her daughter hugging her. She stood and cried with her mother. The anger at her loss giving way to grief. It was good to cry, it was cleansing and making the heart lighter.

Written in response to;

Tuesday Writing Prompt Challenge February 19/2019

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BrewNSpew Café February 18/2019

Word/expression of the week – finicky – (adjective) – fussy about one’s needs or requirements. Showing or requiring great attention to detail. Synonyms – overcritical, difficult, awkward, exacting, demanding, perfectionist.

Thank you, but no thank you!

The title finicky is awarded mostly to people who are particular about what they want in life. Be it their personal space, their food or apparel or the way others should behave, as per their point of view.

I have known a few of these people. Most are old people, who for some reason become fixed in their ideas. They will reject the food specially prepared for them because it is a micro millimeter away from their perception of how it should look and taste. The same principles are usually applied to their other requirements in life. This problem can be a form of OCD or can be just a desire to be a non-conformist. Or it could be a desire to seem important.

The most significant aspect of this finicky attitude that these people overlook is the amount of extra work they create for themselves or their care givers. They are hard to please and become un-popular among their immediate circle. Then there is the resentment that they generate. The question that begs to be asked is, is it worth it?

If you are one of the finicky one, please ask this question from yourself. And try to lower your standards of perfection for others and yourself too. So next time you reject something on the basis that it doesn’t meet your requirements a hundred percent, look at the effort that went into making or procuring it and pause a few moments before you reject it with a , thank you but no thank you!

Written in response to;

Finicky

BrewNSpew Café

What do you see February 19/2019

 

The sailors look out in bemusement

Hardly believing their eyes, and it’s no wonder

These are not mermaids they had heard stories of

They are something entirely different and they are at a loss

And one of the older sailor asks them to step away from the porthole

Don’t you know the Naiads? he asks the spirit of the water, the nymphs of the sea

They will entice you, towards the deep waters mercilessly with their wiles

So stay back, and don’t make eye contact, lest their magic will turn

Your brain into a mush, controlling you to the extent that you will

Willingly step into the deep waters, regardless of you safety and life

They may look angelic but their tricks are evil bent on luring

You to a death to be feared by all men of the sea

As there is no death more horrible than

Drowning in the sea lusting

After these Naiads

 

 

 

Written in response to;

What do you see: February 19/2019

Hélène Valiant

 

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Three Things Challenge PL#5

The chemistry set was a gift that he got as a birthday present

But his parents considered it not age appropriate for a young kid

They put it aside till he grew more sensible, maybe another year

That night he stealthily took it out of the place it was kept in hiding

And was playing with it under his blanket, in the light of the torch

Enticed by the prospect of making a fuzzy bomb, he went to work

In creating his experiment, something went wrong and it blew up

In his bed, all the chemicals in the colors of rainbow scattered everywhere

His parents rushed to his bedroom, a lot of scolding ensued and ended in tears

The set was confiscated and he was grounded for one whole week

But due to some strange coincidence, there arrived a parcel for him

In the mailbox, the very next day, and on opening contained another

Chemistry set as a gift, send by his loving grand parents for his birthday

Written in response to;

3TC PL#5

chemistry, blanket, mailbox

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Courtship

He was so taken by her fragile beauty. After a few weeks of courting her, he asked her father the permission to ask for hand in marriage. The father knew of nothing in dispraise of the young man. He was of noble birth. His family was endowed with both good name and fortune. All things considered, he gave his consent to the eager suitor to address the question to his daughter.

It was a tacit agreement that she would not be averse to this arrangement. He invited her to go for a stroll in the beautifully laid garden of her father’s estate. As they walked they conversed about mundane things. Finally he asked her to be seated on one of the benches, scattered in the shady arbor. And gathering his courage, he asked the question, to the object of his desire. “Arabella, will you do me the honor of being my wife?” She cast her eyes downwards and blushed a pretty shade of pink. “Anthony, I love you like a brother and cannot agree to marry you. I am deeply honored that you proposed to me but I am in love with someone else and hence will have to refuse your gracious offer” He was totally unprepared for this response and was annoyed by the answer. But keeping his emotions under control he asked her who the lucky beau was. Still blushing, she replied shyly that he was the young man her father had employed as the gardener.

Written in response to the following;

Your daily word prompt;

Dispraise

FOWC;

Tacit

RDP;

Garden

Word of the day challenge;

Desire

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Oh prompt me, do; Quote me

Rory has asked us to take on these prompts so I am doing the Quote me.

Looking at this picture, the only think that I can think of is creative imagination;

Here are my three quotes on creative imagination

Dr Seuss is a favorite of mine and this quote about creative thinking, imagination and fantasy is just right for what I want to say.

Picasso was the pioneer in many ways. The abstracts he created spoke something different to anyone looking at it.

A wonderful way to describe life, the world and imagination. Thoreau was a philosopher and believed in simplistic way. And so is this quote a simple way to describe the most complex attribute of humans, imagination.

I hope I got this right.

If you are interested in attempting the prompt me, do challenges, heard over to Rory’s blog and find what works best for you.

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Fandango Flash Fiction Challenge #1

Here’s my first weekly Flash Fiction Challenge. This image is from Watanska at DeviantArt.com.

Fandango Flash Fiction Challenge #1

I will be posting a photo I grab off the internet and will challenge bloggers to write a relatively short flash fiction piece inspired by the photo. While there are no style or definitive word limits, I suggest trying to keep your stories to under 300 words.

If this picture inspires you and you wish to participate, please write your post, use the tag #FFFC, and link back to this post.

And most important, have fun.

Stepping daintily over the jungle floor Kira, the princess of the Druids’ came near the stream. The deer and other small creatures were captivated by the music of the flute. She was so lost in her own thoughts that she never noticed how one of the stag was venturing quite menacingly towards her. The stag, bearing huge antlers came very near to her, so near that she could feel one of the antler piercing through her dress and hurting her leg. She stopped playing the flute and in confusion looked at the stag. But it no longer was a stag. It was changing its form and a devilish figure was emerging. She uttered a scream and called for one of her people for help. But the devil had her in his hold, a sharp long knife held to her throat. The guards came running to help the princess but were held at bay by the threat of harm to her by the devil.

“What do you want ” She asked the devil. ” Just your life” he replied. Kira tried to wriggle free but he tightened his hold and almost suffocated her. In desperation she pleaded to him to spare her life. The devil pretended to consider this appeal, but he had no intention of sparing her. Right at that moment, Elfred, who had sneaked behind the devil shot his arrow though it’s heart with such skill as not to hurt his beloved Kira. The devil went up in smoke with a shrill warning that he will return soon to accomplish his mission

Written in response to;

FFFC#1

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