Erase

The choices for today are: (1) education, (2) easy, (3) erase. The chosen word is a tie between education and erase - I chose erase.

The Erase Manifesto
As a blogger, I have the...
01 - Right to erase my past posts
02 - Right to erase any moronic, hurtful, insulting, stupidly put, unlikable comments
03 - Right to erase from my memory anything I post or say on this blog
04 - Right to erase this manifesto and start over
05 - Right to erase this manifesto and forget about it

The above rules is just something I made up just now but I do believe in them, as least, today. I had even erased whole blogs (my previous blogs before this) with just a little regrets. As a blogger, I think we can blog however we like. What rules would you follow as a blogger?

For Monday (as we skip Sundays), the letter F, the choices are (1) follow, (2) funny, (3) forgiveness. Choose which word I might ramble about or tell a story.

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Fiction: Diva

The choices for today are: (1) dayum, (2) delete, (3) diva. None of the words got enough votes to be chosen so I picked diva.

Fiction: Diva
The diva knew it won't be long before she was replaced but she still gave her all on each performance. It was not her way to be lazy or take the easy way. Time wasn't on her side but at least she knew not to waste time trying to please others. No one was ever allowed to dictate her life.
    Her understudy, Valerie, also her assistant, was getting antsy and had been poisoning the diva's tea and much of the food she ate. But she was the diva, nothing could kill her but a bad performance or so she kept saying to her agent.
    To cut off Valerie's support, the diva fired her personal chef, trainer, housekeeper, maid and a few guards. That stupid girl thought she could cheat her way to stardom. What a joke she had became. The diva knew hard work and perseverance was the only way otherwise all you got were hollow fames and a lifetime supplies of unfaithfuls. Yes, the diva knew just how to do it right.
    Last week, on the last day of her greatest performance of her life, the diva gave it everything she got. As Valerie was escorted out of the theater by the police, the diva gave her one long glance. The diva was merciless. If death was what it was needed to stop this arrogant girl from getting her way, death it was.
    A few days afterward when she had to identified the body of her husband, the diva didn't feel any guilt or sadness, only pity. If Valerie had only wanted stardom, the diva would not have got in her way but she became greedy. She tried to take what wasn't hers. And that fool husband gave himself away.
    Today, the diva sat on the roof of her yacht and looked out toward the horizon. She took a sip of her ice tea. The weather was cool and the water was calm. Alone, she almost enjoyed the silence. Being the diva was her life but now it was the time to end her reign. And if no one saw her exit, they will still see her after. No diva ever leave the stage without a final bow.

For tomorrow, the letter E, the choices are (1) education, (2) easy, (3) erase. Choose which word I might ramble about or tell a story.

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Fiction: Criminal

The choices for today are: (1) constant, (2) cups, (3) criminal. The chosen word is criminal.

Fiction: Criminal
From behind the counter, the clerk eyes the girl as she darts around the store. Two long blond braids down her back and a pink baseball cap with rabbit ears on her head. Up and down the aisle, her laceless sneakers squeak on the plastic tiled floor. For a long while, the girl keeps wandering. Sometimes, all the clerk sees are the tips of those pink rabbit ears.
    A fight breaks out in aisle five so he runs there to check it out but it only lasts a few moments. When he looks for the girl, she is gone. Saddened, he returns to stand behind the counter and watches the guy attends customers with such clumsy laziness that he gets bore and thinks about his death.
    All it took to kill him was a box of jujubes. Back then, he was just a boy trying to earn some college money. Why did he bother trying to catch a thief just for a box of candy that cost two dollars? Such a petty crime. Such a high price to pay.
    Then there was the girl with the rabbit ears cap. It was her the man stole the candy for. The clerk saw her after he had crawled near the glass door. Under the brilliant sunshine, she was in the blue convertible with the top down and reading a magazine as if she was some princess. The thief got into her car and they drove off.
    For years, he thought finding the girl would answer why he was killed for a box of candy. Thirty-three years he has chased her but he had always missed - just a hair breath of time off. But it's only time. He has plenty of it - more than most ghosts, he suspects. Death has a way of prolonging time.
    But he has not found her. She must be dead. His memory of her face had faded into nondescript. But he keeps looking for her wherever he goes. It passes the time.

For tomorrow, the letter D, the choices are (1) dayum, (2) delete, (3) diva. Choose which word I might ramble about or tell a story.

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