In the beginning,
the Great Mother
whose mind boils in Chaos
did reach toward the seed of light
crafted by her daughters.
She sunk her fingers deep
until it fell in chunks all around;
embedded in the void,
burning from the touch
of primal Chaos,
her grandchildren became the stars.
This flash fiction in 50 words was crafted for the M3 blog’s Flash in the Pan
I remember:
When I was ten, I don’t think I really had a concept of what I wanted to be career-wise when I grew up; the only thing that I knew was that I would be older. Perhaps that lack of focus, the unavailability of a solid goal to guide me, was part of the reason that I am still not where I would truly like to be in my desired profession.
I used to tell people I wanted to be a pediatrician, though, because I wanted to give kids shots and make them cry. I’d heard it somewhere and thought it was funny at the time, and since I like to make people laugh I would tell them that. I’d get some laughs, probably because people were all, “kids say the darnedest things!”
But really I look back with my current perspective and realize that I wasn’t taking my future seriously. But why should I have, the kid asks? Indeed, I could have used some explanation of why I should have a goal – a serious goal to work toward achieving. Chunk it up, hit small milestones on the way – don’t float through life all laissez-faire, because that’s where the scam artists step in and ruin your track later on; because when you fall behind it can be so hard to catch back up.
It takes more discipline to be disciplined when you’re not used to exercising discipline on your own primal desires. And so I would tell this kid, start with the end in mind, and make sure that everything you do from now on has something to do with where you want to end up.
You always write your own story.
This post was prompted by today’s Daily Post prompt and their Weekly Writing Challenge.
Other bloggers remember:
“Are you okay?” Dex lowered his weapon slightly.
“I. . . ” a strange tilt of the head – “I think so.” – or was he just stretching?
“What are you doing here?” Dex recalled scattered reports – “everyone evacuated right before the robos rolled through.” – of robos staying behind, disguised as people. Was this “civilian” one of them?
“I was hiding.”
Weird. “You’re lucky they didn’t find you.” The robos were adept at finding people.
Suspicious, Dex reached for his radio. Better call for backup, just in case. The guy’s eyes blazed laser red; without thinking, Dex fired. The back of the man’s head exploded, not with sparks but bloody gore.
Had he been mistaken, the eyes a trick of the light? He was human after all.
Go. Just go. You have others to worry about.
He coughed twice, his throat dry; suddenly he didn’t feel so well. He took off, leaving the body behind.
This flash fiction in 150 words was crafted for the M3 blog’s Flash in the Pan
With everything to do and little time to do it in, Rob has managed to fit another serial into the Surf Report’s posting paradigm. Surf Movie Sunday is a limited serial that introduces and reviews a different surf movie with each post. Thirty Thousand: A … Continue reading Surf Movie Sunday: Thirty Thousand
Dear Rob,
You wander through your life on autopilot, struggling with the challenge of balancing out your intelligence with the urge to run away from responsibility. Not that I am trying to criticize your ways, but they leave much to be desired, and as I am 22 years older than you I should know what I’m talking about, right? Let me give you some solid advice that you should seriously consider.
I envy the opportunity you have to do things right, and the wealth of spare time you have to use at your discretion. Go to school unfailingly. Do not skip classes, and don’t stay home sick or play sick to stay home. Forget video games – they’re a waste of time. Work hard to succeed and attain good grades. After high school don’t take out loans to go to college. It’s a scam. Lose weight, make more friends, learn to not take yourself so seriously. Curb your temper and adjust your attitude. Get on a regular sleep schedule and get tested for narcolepsy. Don’t let them prescribe you Ritalin. Don’t bother with the medications because none of them work right. Just be careful driving and don’t drive tired.
I would like for you to follow this advice, but I have a feeling that you may not; that’s fine. You will understand where you went wrong someday, and you will try your best to do it right moving
forward. The past doesn’t exist, the future doesn’t exist. All that matters is that you do what’s right now.
Sincerely,
Mr. Anonymous
This post was prompted by today’s Daily Post prompt.
A while back, Rob was bitten; not by a radioactive spider but by an idea to post a weekly article about a few songs that he really likes. There are so many possibilities that the series could go on forever, and so Saturday Jams was … Continue reading Saturday Jams: The Late-late edition
At first, I built the effigy as an artistic statement; the bees were dying off for some reason. It was “colony collapse disorder”, and I thought it was larger than life.
They asked to display my work, and I agreed when they told me I would get free publicity: a write-up in the local paper. I didn’t realize how dire the situation was –
that for every big discovery, there’s something bigger; pollenating robots came along just in time to alleviate the extinction of honeybees, but will we always be so fortunate?
Here I am, waiting for the next big thing.
This post was prompted by Friday Fictioneers.
I’ve got everything I need, and things to do. Things are going to change.
This post was prompted by The Daily Post Weekly Photo Challenge.
Some other entries:
[ changó ] / Foter / CC BY-NC-ND Waiting for the bus – Stander, Loner, Lounger. Same venue, Different lives moving in different directions. Destined to disappear Into days of violence and silence – Digital footprints Just shadows, Evidence of their auspicious passing. This week’s … Continue reading Trifextra: Week 79 – Shadows
Does Rob’s Surf Report have an origin story? I started this blog because I wanted to write, and because I wanted to be part of a community of writers. It’s hard to find people who write in your everyday life sometimes – especially when everyone you come into contact with is, for the most part, on the opposite end of the writing spectrum. I chose a subject that I am interested in – surfing – and I themed the blog after that, using it as a metaphor for life. I didn’t want to blatantly point it out, but I do try to hang a lantern on it sometimes.
I posted sporadically at first, then I didn’t post for like a year or more because life ran away with me; then I decided to give up writing altogether. I logged into WordPress with every intention of wiping out my blog in its entirety and an hour later I was clicking Publish. I sometimes lose control of my urges, you know. I decided to give it another go and for the last few months I have been blogging, slogging it out when necessary, but I have determined that I am still interested in writing and still interested in being part of the writing community. So who’s with me on this?
This post was prompted by today’s Daily Post prompt
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