In response of this prompt.

‘Aren’t you proud of what you’ve done?’

I looked down to the iced Americano on the table, not being able to answer. From my point of view nothing seemed to go well by that time. Chaos, mess, and disorder – much like the traffic outside the coffeeshop we were in – he had done an excellent job pointing them out in every single thing I have conducted so far. No reason to say yes here.

He waited.
I swallowed.

An honest reply almost rolled out of my tongue when he continued. ‘For me, I’m proud of you.’

I looked up instantly.
‘Really,’ he quickly added.

…well that’s a first.

True story.

A rather surprising moment if I thought about it, but it wasn’t really something you hear often from anyone (excluding family members who will probably say that even when you pour H2SO4 over their flowerbed in the name of science).

Have you had it?
The time when someone set aside your flaws for a second, recap all the efforts and changes you have made throughout the times, and take a moment to say it out loud?

For me, luckily enough, I have.
He was my mentor, so I’ve been telling myself it’s probably just for the sake of keeping me from quitting.

Never had the guts to ask whether he meant what he said.
Nope. Not ready for it.
Later, maybe, if I reached a day when I don’t have to see him regularly anymore. Or if I got drunk enough. But not now. Definitely not now.

For now, I’m just going to bask in this assumption and do what I can do with what I have.

PS. if you had said that to someone else before, bless you
PPS. if by any chance you’re my mentor who stumbled upon this page and somehow found out this is me, let’s pretend this post doesn’t exist

Photo Challenge: Inspiration

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Inspiration.”

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Doodly-doo ©mk17design

Yep. Mine.

Photo Challenge: Muse

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Muse.”

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Photo Challenge: Off-Season

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Off-Season.”

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In response to The Daily Post’s photo challenge: “Broken.”

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In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Impossibility.”

A collection of re-written mini stories I heard / read from someone else / somewhere else. Feel free to claim if it’s originally yours. Unless the one I made. Feel free to guess which one is.

Will add more when I find a good one.
Especially the ones that makes you go “NOPE.”
…or just a “No. Way.”

1. Nightmare
‘I can’t sleep,’ she said, climbing into my bed.
I woke up the next morning holding the dress she’s buried in.

2. Doors
In the last 10 years I’ve lived in this house,
I have closed more doors than I’ve opened.

3. Monsters
Seek for the monsters.
Under your bed,
in the closet,
behind the bushes,
but never look up.
It doesn’t like to be seen.

4. Girl, Interrupted
My daughter couldn’t stop screaming every night.
Not even after I told her it was only a nightmare from the gravestone

5. First date
‘Don’t say that,’ he laughed, ‘I have the heart of a little boy.’
Little did she know that he kept it in a jar on his desk.

Silver Linings

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt.
A rather snippet-ish sequel to this just because.
May the 4th be with you!

In many cases, this shouldn’t be fine.

The car reeked of cigarette smoke mixed with the sickening sweetness of perfume and bitter ether. I wasn’t sure what the worst part in this scene is – that, or the fact that I’ve gotten used to it (no idea about the drunkard who joined me in the back seat this time though).

I sighed, leaning on the pile of things that was my bag and a bunch of papers from work in the middle of the backseat. Those, and a laptop. Not really comfortable. Nevertheless it’s the second most huggable thing in the vehicle after the fluffy neck pillow was snatched by that person leaning on the opposite door. Glancing aside, there’s no telling if he really passed out or just too nauseous to even budge. Not my business – I decided so as I tried to ignore the road bumps testing my skill in holding back those bottles of 19%.

Wasn’t sure why I agreed on another night of senseless drinking either.

The first time gave me a hard time in the morning. The second and third, then fourth and fifth were total damage to what’s left of my dignity. I lost count – and memories – after the sixth but so far I hadn’t found another half-filled Jägermeister in my bag. Which is… good. I think. But let’s forget about the fact that I still couldn’t hold my liquor that well because it started to feel so… good. Good. Good. Good. There’s no other word for it.

Funny thoughts led me to a slumber – and they became good friends until the traffic noise roared all of sudden.
Somebody opened the window.
I might be hearing wrong but it might’ve been a retch following after.
What do you know? For once I wasn’t the only one with a weak stomach.

Slightly awake but not enough to sit up straight, an amused grin crept across my face as I shifted – my head bumping against… something. I peeked and looked up just to find his drowsy face looking straight ahead, his sleeve messing with my hair as the car hit another bump and shook its passengers. Rather rudely. Setting it aside, I closed my eyes and snuggled, for the umpteenth time feeling the week’s lasting doubts, fears, and haunting thoughts flew out the open window along with my consciousness.

In many cases, this shouldn’t be fine.
But for now… it is.