So I was checking my email this morning and saw a prompt from The Daily Post titled Non-Regional Diction, and I had to join in on the fun! “Write about whatever you’d like, but write using regional slang, your dialect, or in your accent.” Suh …
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Hi 🙂 How are you?
I bring to you another prompt from The Daily Post, Singin’ in the Rain.
There was a light breeze while it drizzled, finally the clouds refused to bite it’s lips and released, it started to pour. I was attired in my usual t-shirt and shorts, and with a small smile ran upstairs to drag on my ankle socks. The weather was perfect, the sky almost looked like the deepest depths of the ocean, if I hadn’t known better I’d think the sun had already set. I put the kettle to warm and huddled in the sofa until it was ready. I made my fave hot chocolate tea with a dash of coffee and hightailed it to my room. With the lights off I sat on my bed with the sheet covering my legs, my right hand held the tea cup and my left hand held my phone. With the melodious rain music in the background, I alternated between sipping and using my phone. *scroll, scroll, pause, sip, scroll, scroll, sip*
Hi 🙂 I saw the Daily Post prompt, Let’s Go Crazy and the final instructions follow. “What’s the most crazy, outrageously impulsive thing you’ve ever done? If you’ve never succumbed to temptation, dream a little. If you gave yourself permission to go a little crazy, what would …
Life is too short to not enjoy every minute of it.
Sometimes she has these moments, bursts of darkness, in her aura… in her mind, clouding her thoughts; ruining her whole day. They appear to be a storm right over her head while the sun shines right beside her, alas her pitch black shades dim and distort the light. She can’t hear her friends calling out to her over the roaring thunder, and feels nothing but the numbing effect of the cold rain. She walks around, enduring the day like this, barely conversing, and snapping harshly when she has to. She just wants to be left alone, to suffer through the worry, the stress, the painful stab in her chest every time her heart beats. The next thing she knew she was flat on her ass, on the ground, and surrounded by laughter. Well that’s what happens when you’re in the dark confines of your mind. She looked around embarrassed, she had tripped over someone’s leg; he was sitting on the ground playing a cow bell. She was finally tuned in to the world again, and saw that the rest of the laughter was coming from a couple more men and one woman, playing a sweet riddim on their drums. Most of them were standing, strapped up with djembes, one man was on the djun djuns, and the lady was on the bass drum. Their vibes was enchanting, it sounded amazing and she could feel her waistline ready to move. They were playing the Bap Bap riddim and she couldn’t help herself when she exclaimed “I know this riddim!”
“Well join in then,” said the man on the cow bell, while motioning to the shakers. She grabbed them rising off the floor the same time as he, joining the music making, shaking her hands and hips in sync with a grin now gracing her face; all dark thoughts forgotten.
A random little drumming story 🙂
This is my response to the daily prompt, No Time To Waste.