Zine

The choices for today are: (1) zippy, (2) zoo, (3) zine. The chosen word is zine.

Zine (according to Merriam-Webster) is another word for magazine and especially a noncommercial often homemade or online publication usually devoted to specialized and often unconventional subject matter.
    Zines are a tactile creation experience (according to Arts Midwest link here). They can be made by anyone and you don't even have to have experience. I like those made by hand and copies made by xeroxing. I think of them as DIY magazines in mini sizes. I had thought of making zines (but digitally) with short stories and artworks and all sorts of creative outlets, much like my blog but on paper but I've never done it. But if I am to make one, I thought of some names for it: Moon Cakes (I like moon and cake), Seven (my favorite number), The Mighty Wallflower (as I'm quite an introvert). I made an example of a cover and inside spread - see below. (The cover art is one of my pieces over here and the inside artwork you can see it here.)

example

Do you think about making your own zine?

This is the last of the alphabets and the last post of the A-Z challenge. Later, there will be a reflection post.

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Yatter

The choices for today are: (1) yawn, (2) yatter, (3) yeah. The chosen word is yatter.

Yatter according to Merriam-Webster means (as a noun) idle talk or chatter and (as a verb) to make idle chatter or prattle.
    I don't like idle talk as I like to make my point in as few words as possible. But no matter how well I am at being concise, my mouth doesn't always follow my brain's directions so sometimes I say things that are outside the point I'm making - frivolous bits that just appear and I can't control them. But yatters are fillers and I need them, that is, we need them. They fill in the spaces in between points. They give a break in conversation. Since no one pre-writes what they say, they can't edit out the yatter but I guess if you're a habitual, concise talker, you can.

Do you yatter much? Are you a concise talker?

For tomorrow, the letter Z, the last letter, the choices are (1) zippy, (2) zoo, (3) zine. Choose which word I might ramble about.

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XOXO

The choices for today are:  (1) XS (extra small), (2) XCIX (99), (3) XOXO (hugs and kisses). The chosen word is XOXO (hugs and kisses).

I don't write letters a lot but I do like snail mail - it's nice to read or write a letter on paper. I usually end a letter with sincerely or something tame. I guess if I ever write a letter to a love one such as a boyfriend or husband, I might use X's and O's but I doubt it. Even though I like the idea of X's and O's, I find it seems rather intimate and I doubt I would express such things on paper. If I can't mean something, I can't write it.

Are you a letter writer? Do you use X's and O's in your letter writing?

For tomorrow, the letter Y, the choices are (1) yawn, (2) yatter, (3) yeah. Choose which word I might ramble about or tell a story.

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Fiction: Witch

The choices for today are: (1) witch, (2) warrior, (3) worker. The chosen word is witch.

Fiction: Witch
Celia didn't mean to do it but there was no way to undo it. As she vacuumed and dusted each room in her house, she pondered again why she did it.
    The two widows, also sisters, Mrs. Khaos and Mrs. Wort, talked so much they carried around lozenges everywhere they go. If they had not been careless in what they said, Celia wouldn't have lost her fiancé, her dog and her father. The fiancé, she didn't mind losing since she didn't want to marry anyone who didn't trust her. Her dog, who was the victim of stupid people who kidnapped him for his safety but didn't know how to care for him, will be remembered. Her father, who was always faithful to his wife, had an heart attack when he heard how his wife had ran around with another man before her death, will always be missed.
    Taking out the trash, Celia paused to look around the neighborhood she had lived in her whole life. All was quiet on this Saturday afternoon. In five days, she would be gone from here.
    Once inside the house, Celia thought of Mrs. Khaos and Mrs. Wort stewing in the basement. The only fact they got right was Celia was a witch though that was no comfort.
    Celia took two cups of water down to the basement and placed them inside each cage and closed it. If they hadn't been scratching each other with their sharp claws, she wouldn't have separated them.
    Back upstairs, she started on taping up the boxes. If it was wrong to turn the old biddies into cats, would it be even more wrong to alter them to always speak only the truth? Wiping their memories of the last month was probably wrong too. Unless they weren't thirsty, their memories would stay intact. She hoped when they changed back tomorrow, they wouldn't remember her.

For Monday (as we skip Sundays), the letter X, the choices are (1) XS (extra small), (2) XCIX (99), (3) XOXO (hugs and kisses). Choose which word I might ramble about or tell a story.

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Vicarious

The choices for today are: (1) vicarious, (2) vexation, (3) vacation. The chosen word is vicarious.

I watch a lot of youtube and tv shows, read a lot of books, listen to a lot of music, read a lot of blogs and websites, all to live vicariously through other people as I lead a mundane life. I do life to life things but they don't always occupy my mind. In a way I'm cultivating and entertaining my mind by doing all the above things and also so I wouldn't go about committing crimes. Being idle is not a bad thing but sometimes I like to be doing something even if just to keep my mind partially occupied.

Do you live vicariously through the media and such?

For tomorrow, the letter W, the choices are (1) witch, (2) warrior, (3) worker. Choose which word I might ramble about or tell a story.

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Umbrella

The choices for today are: (1) undo, (2) umbrella, (3) unbiased. The chosen word is umbrella.

I used to love photographing the rain during rainy days and this led to searching for umbrellas especially yellow ones as they were rare. I've only actually taken less than five photos of yellow umbrellas in 10+ years and none of them were good as I always seemed to late to capture it and the person carrying the umbrella was gone before I can take another shot. I still look for yellow umbrellas now and then.  I don't want to say I have an obsession with umbrellas but I have them in my artworks and yes I do own a yellow umbrella but it's too tiny to use during the rain.
    Below I thought I share one of my recent redo artwork. I'm still unsatisfied  with some of the colors. I had called it Flatiron (after the building in the middle of the piece) but decided today this piece should be called raining sunshine.

raining sunshine, 2025

Do you look for umbrellas in the rain?

For tomorrow, the letter V, the choices are (1) vicarious, (2) vexation, (3) vacation. Choose which word I might ramble about or tell a story.

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Two

The choices for today are: (1) tiny, (2) two, (3) transport. The chosen word is two.

Here are two things that made me happy today:

(1) Cherry blossoms trees - saw them all over the city (at least in the area where I was today) but sadly, I forgot to take photos but I'm happy to have enjoyed the views.

(2) The sky (see photo below) - there's always a good show

What two things are making you happy today?

For tomorrow, the letter U, the choices are (1) undo, (2) umbrella, (3) unbiased. Choose which word I might ramble about or tell a story.

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Speechless

The choices for today are: (1) subway (2) Se a vida é (That's the way life is), (3) speechless. The chosen word is speechless.

"I am a writer perhaps because I am not a talker." - Gwendolyn Brooks

The above quote might be me making that statement. I am not much of a talker except when I'm writing (like on this blog). I guess I can be a bit speechless or silent which I suppose might bother some people. In conversations with people, my mind would sometimes go blank. The subject matter have to be real interest to me or else I have nothing to say about it. Plus, I'm not good with small talk or even regular talk. As I said, I'm not much of a talker.

Are you a good talker?

For tomorrow, the letter T, the choices are (1) tiny, (2) two, (3) transport. Choose which word I might ramble about or tell a story.

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Fiction: Rainbow

The choices for today are: (1) rebel, (2) rainbow, (3) reverse. The chosen word is rainbow.

Fiction: Rainbow
Sally's grandmother used to tell her, "Make a wish upon anything you see because rainbows and billionaires are hard to find. The latter is harder to convince that your wish is not stupid." Naturally Sally made wishes upon anything she saw since rainbows and billionaires were scarce.
    While contemplating why she was penniless on her 29 birthday, Sally saved a billionaire from being crushed by a truckload of watermelons. To repay her, the billionaire offered to fulfill one of Sally's wishes. After she explained about a rainbow bridge where people may come to make wishes, he had it built even if he did think it was a bit dumb.
    Six months after the bridge was opened, it collapsed and killed over a hundred people. It was speculated the cause was the locks people hung on the bridge for their wishes. A month after, Sally was outed as the person who bribed the contractor to use subpar materials on the bridge and took the difference. She was trialed and jailed.
    In her cell, Sally spent many nights wondering why she didn't just ask for money and spend it on frivolous things like ugly artworks and clothes that looked terrible on her instead of a bridge?
    When Sally turned 49 and still in jail, the contractor, on his deathbed, revealed he had framed Sally for the bridge collapse. He left evidence of his dealings.
    Months afterward, Sally stepped out of the prison gates and onto the rain-soaked streets. In that moment, she saw a rainbow in the sky, smiled and dismissed it.
    Later, Sally would found out before the billionaire had died, he had made one other Sally's wishes come true - to have her own home in the country and that's where she went to raise horses.

For tomorrow, the letter S, the choices are (1) subway, (2) Se a vida é (That's the way life is), (3) speechless. Choose which word I might ramble about or tell a story.

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Quirk

The choices for today are: (1) quiet, (2) question, (3) quirk. The chosen word is quirk.

One of the meanings of quirk is a peculiar trait, an idiosyncrasy. One of my quirks is I check things over many times, more than necessary. Check, recheck, and then recheck several more times. I don't know why I'm so uncertain when the evidence is right there telling me I've done it correctly. Maybe this idiosyncrasy is a bad habit? I don't know. I can't stop doing it. I guess quirks can also be habits.

What is a quirk you have that you can't stop doing?

For Monday (as we skip Sundays), the letter R, the choices are (1) rebel, (2) rainbow, (3) reverse. Choose which word I might ramble about or tell a story.

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Postcards

The choices for today are: (1) potato, (2) passenger, (3) postcards. The chosen word is postcards.

I guess I have some affinity with postcards. Here's a list.

01 - The name of my blog is Postcards from the Bookstore which named because I used to (and I still do now and then) buy postcards from bookstores and sometimes other places if I happen to see them. I once also had a blog named Postcards from the Rain and another named Postcards from the Clouds.

02 - One of my favorite books is Postcards from a Dead Girl by Kirk Farber. It's kind of a sad (fictional) book about grief, letting go, postcards, travels and neurotic dreams. But it's a funny book. It's the only book I ever laughed out loud while reading. More about the book over here.

03 - There was one time I joined a postcards exchange and got a bunch of cards in the mail which was fun. I sent postcards with some of my maybe-poetry (I'm not sure if some of them would be considered poetry) and it was a good exercise in trying to fit words into a tiny space on the back of a postcard.

Photo taken in New York City, 2014

04 - I collect postcards relating to New York but I haven't found any new ones these days as there are seldom new designs. I really like the idea of New York postcards and probably would have created a blog and named it Postcards from New York.

05 - Sometimes I get postcards of Maine from one of my pen pals. I've never been to Maine but I think if I ever want to move, I'll probably pick Maine.
    
06 - I have done some artworks relating to postcards. You can see one here on this post.

Have you ever collected postcards? Do you like postcards?

For tomorrow, the letter Q, the choices are (1) quiet, (2) question, (3) quirk. Choose which word I might ramble about or tell a story.

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Fiction: Ocean

The choices for today are:  (1) observer, (2) order, (3) ocean. The chosen word is ocean.

Fiction: Ocean
Under the early morning orange light, a woman pushes a small canoe out into the water. For a long while, she rows in silence.
    Ten months ago, she had heard from a friend of a friend that if you row from one end of the ocean to the other, all your sorrows will be forgotten. At first, she thought it was all nonsense but then her husband died. Through the ocean of sorrow, she hopes to forget.
    The sky darkens and it starts to rain. A strong wind begins to whip the rain about. Soaked through with arms aching and a stiff back, she slacks her pace.
    The wind increases and the canoe flips over and she is thrown into the water. With a tight grip on the paddle, she swims from under the canoe and takes in a few breaths of air. She adjusts her life jacket and wipes at her eyes. Is it tears or just the rain? Not far off, she spots a light. A strange certainty tells her that is where she should go. With renew strength, she flips the canoe, removes bits of water with a pouch and gets back in.
    After a while, the wind dies down and the rain turns into drizzle. When she reaches the light, she is relieved but tired. She gets out of the canoe and sits on the ground. A fog has encircled the small isle but the top of the lighthouse is in view.
    She thinks of her life. All the memories are there but the ones that are painful and one particular where her husband dies, she can't recall. Is this how it will be? Her sorrows are forgotten but she doesn't want all of them to leave her.
    "If you want your sorrows back, just row back to where you come from," says a man sitting in a fold-out chair and smoking a pipe. She swears there haven't been anyone a moment ago.
    She glances at him. The unruly beard. The dark eyes. That ratty blue sweater. Then it strikes her. "You're—" She swallows.
    "Yes, Sweetheart, it's me only I'm not really here." He removes his pipe from his mouth and turns to face her. "You don't have to remember me and you don't have to forget me. You just need to move on."
    "Is that what I should do?" she asks.
    He chuckles softly and waves the pipe about. "Sweetheart, the world is expansive. Do everything! Don't waste time dwelling on the past. And don't stay here. Many had come only to return. You need to go back." He smiles.
    She wipes the tears from her eyes. When she looks back, her husband is not there. Has it been her imagination?
    She looks toward where she has come from but sees only the fog. Hasn't she wanted to forget? For a few moments she sits and watches the fog and rain.
    A little while later, back on the shore where she has started several hours ago, she smiles as she remembers again all her sorrows.

For tomorrow, the letter P, the choices are (1) potato, (2) passenger, (3) postcards. Choose which word I might ramble about or tell a story.

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Noodles

The choices for today are:  (1) no, (2) noodles, (3) nostalgic. The chosen word is noodles.

I used to eat those ramen noodles, those in packets where you buy them by the box full. I don't know if they are ramen noodles as there are so many types but I remember the packaging is either red or orange. It's easy to prepare the noodles because all you have to do is heat up a pot of water, throw the noodles square (which I break in half) in along with an egg or two or some leftover meat or vegetables and when it's about done, you put in the packet of sauces though I always throw out the oil packet and then in a few minutes, it's ready to eat. It's what college students liked to eat, at least, I did. I was and still am a pretty bad cook so easy food like prepackaged noodles makes for a quick meal.

What kind of food did you like to eat as a student?

For tomorrow, the letter O, the choices are (1) observer, (2) order, (3) ocean. Choose which word I might ramble about or tell a story.

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Mundane

The choices for today are: (1) mute, (2) Monday, (3) mundane. The chosen word is mundane.

The quote above my header is "My life is spent in one long effort to escape from the commonplaces of existence." which is from the story, The Red-Headed League by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle and this could be my motto in life. I live a very mundane life and that's not a bad thing. Sometimes I think I should be leading a more exciting life but other times, I think mundane is good. Mundane is safe and I don't panic too often. But I don't oppose to having some exciting thing happening every now and then. Something like getting a free book can be exciting to me so I suppose what I think of as exciting might be mundane to other people. But most of the time, I prefer a peaceful existence with a little touches of excitement to break the mundane.

Do you think you're living a mundane life? Do you prefer mundane over exciting?

For tomorrow, the letter N, the choices are (1) no, (2) noodles, (3) nostalgic. Choose which word I might ramble about or tell a story.

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Lackadaisical

The choices for today are: (1) lackadaisical, (2) literature, (3) loophole. The chosen word is lackadaisical.

Sometimes I can be lackadaisical and it can go on for days or weeks. I don't want to say I don't have the will to do things but some days, it is like that. But strangely, I get things done when it is absolutely necessary. I guess I'm used to finishing tasks and was never lazy doing them. I have always thought when a person gets older, they would be more diligent but it seems I am less so. The older I get, the more lazy I get and I'm better at letting things go as well. I'm sure nobody is working their ass off every minute of the day so I don't feel  too bad about being lazy and I don't think anyone should.

Do you have lazy days?

For tomorrow, the letter M, the choices are (1) mute, (2) Monday, (3) mundane. Choose which word I might ramble about or tell a story.

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Fiction: Kerfuffle

The choices for today are: (1) kitchen, (2) knucklehead, (3) kerfuffle. The chosen word is kerfuffle.  Kerfuffle, according to Merriam-Webster means, a disturbance or commotion typically caused by a dispute or conflict.

Fiction: Kerfuffle
It was just a little commotion but it disturbed his afternoon nap. So he let a drizzle fall under the bright spring sunlight. If anyone noticed the raindrops tasted like lemon drops, they didn't let on. The two boys who were fighting and the adults having an impromptu barbecue rushed inside their house.
    Across the street, in the front yard, between two apple trees, and lying on a hammock beneath a blanket, the small figure stretched and then settled down for another nap.
    "Kerfuffle! Where are you?" The voice of eight-year-old Emma rise above the rain. She had a habit of looking for things that didn't want to be found. He yawned and encouraged the rain to fall a little harder. The trees and the blanket just about kept him from getting wet.
    "Emma! Close that door now! Don't let the rain in!"
    He heard the slamming of the door.
    For a moment, the falling rain lulled him toward sleep but a screeching noise interrupted. He took a peek between the blanket. A car was veering from side to side and missing the lawns of several houses.
    Why couldn't he have a peaceful nap? He yawned. The car stopped just before the mailbox a few feet away from him. He let the rain subside and turned his body around to face away from the car.
    Moments later, Emma was cradling Kerfuffle and muttering sweet praises with breaths that smelled like licorice. Inside the house, she placed him on his bed. He didn't mind another nap. What cat would?

For Monday (as we skip Sundays), the letter L, the choices are (1) lackadaisical, (2) literature, (3) loophole. Choose which word I might ramble about or tell a story.

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Java

The choices for today are: (1) just, (2) junk, (3) java. The chosen word is java.

"Blogging without coffee since 2006"

The above is a tagline I had wrote a while back and it's still true today because I'm not a coffee drinker. You'll never hear me say 'I like a cup of java.' Nope. Tea is more my kind of drink. I don't like the taste of coffee and only ever had one taste of it. Some might say I need more than one taste to judge but I think some food, once you taste it, you just know you don't like it. I think if I had tried coffee when I was teen or younger, I might had grew to like it but in a rebellious way because when people tell me to not like something, I go the opposite way.

How about you, are you a coffee drinker?

For tomorrow, the letter K, the choices are (1) kitchen, (2) knucklehead, (3) kerfuffle. Choose which word I might ramble about or tell a story.

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Impulse

The choices for today are: (1) idle, (2) insight, (3) impulse. The chosen word is impulse.

I am mostly impulsive when I'm angry so you might say anger fuels my impulses. It's a bit hard for me not overthink when making a decision so maybe it's why I didn't do as much daring things as I would like. Once in a while, when I'm a mood that isn't fueled by anger, I actually do impulsive things though they are only mildly daring because I'm not adventurous and I'm a scaredy cat and sometimes I feel like I'm not quite equip to do a lot of things that people find easy. If one day if I spontaneously decide I must go sky diving, I might just do it even though I have a fear of heights.

How about you, are you impulsive? Do you need anything to fuel your impulses?

For tomorrow, the letter J, the choices are (1) just, (2) junk, (3) java. Choose which word I might ramble about or tell a story.

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Fiction: Headphones

The choices for today are: (1) headphones, (2) hello, (3) hate. The chosen word is headphones.

Fiction: Headphones
In her world, with her headphones on, she could ignore the world. Through the steady jolting of the train, she sat still on the bench with her head down, eyes to the floor and music in her ears. Through the windows, faint afternoon sunlight landed by her feet. The music lulled her into a sleepy comfort. But the eyes upon her were disconcerting.
    Pink hair teased high and colorful makeup never ceased to attract onlookers. It wasn't her way to appeal to anyone. She just made herself looked like what she was - a wild child who loved music and big hair.
    The three boys were in front of her before she realized it but she remained silent and focused on the music. She heard nothing of what they spat out of their noisy mouths. When she didn't respond, one of them grabbed her leather jacket and pulled her to her feet. The other riders looked on. But she calmly looked up at the boy. He was taller than her by six or seven inches and wide as a house but ugly as a toad with botchy tan skin covered with large, odd-shaped freckles.
    She saw his lips move but his voice was drowned out by the music. The widening of his mouth indicated he was shouting. But she stared up at him with lazy eyes. What made him think he could bother her?
    Around her, the other riders were watching but they averted their eyes when she turned their way. They wouldn't help her. She veered her eyes back to the boy. He snatched her headphones and threw it to the floor and stumped upon it as she pulled at the cable that was plugged into her MP3 player inside her shoulder bag but it broke off. The headband of her headphones was bended and one ear cup had loosened apart from the rest.
    The boy laughed. "No more music. What you're going to do now?" He bobbed his head from side to side. Behind him, the other boys snickered.
    What did he think she would do? She opened her mouth and screamed. Her voice ripped through the air and reverberated throughout the train. The other riders covered their ears. As the boys tried to get away, one of them hit his head on a pole, another stumbled onto the floor and the one who laid his hand on her, popped his eyes wide and fainted.
    Slowly, she stopped screaming, letting her voice faded away. Then she gathered up the pieces of her headphones, stuffed them inside her bag, smoothed down the back of her ballerina skirt and calmly sat down.
    The train, which was an express, flew past several stations before it stopped and the doors hissed open. She walked toward the doors, careful not to step on any of the unconscious riders lying on the floor. If she didn't want to soil her boots, she would have kicked the boy in the face. Thinking of the headaches they will all have later made her smiled.
     On the platform, she glanced up at the sky and noted the bits of sunlight between the clouds. Once out the door of the station, she made her way down the stairs and onto the streets and on her way to a record shop. Her headphones needed to be repaired but first she needed a music fix.
  

For tomorrow, the letter I, the choices are (1) idle, (2) insight, (3) impulse. Choose which word I might ramble about or tell a story.

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Grumpy

The choices for today are: (1) graphic design, (2) grumpy, (3) ginger. The chosen word is grumpy.

I don't want to say I'm naturally grumpy but I am a moody person. And if I'm not moody, I'm sort of indifference or at least I pretend to be. Why do people assume a person have to be happy to be, well, happy? It's good to feel good but we can't be in a good mood all the time. When I'm in a bad mood, it takes me awhile to get out of my grumpiness. Sometimes I don't want to think at all so I watch youtube or do something that didn't require too much brain power. My mind needs relaxation or at least, some distraction from thinking the bad things that make me grumpy.

What do you do when you're grumpy?

For tomorrow, the letter H, the choices are (1) headphones, (2) hello, (3) hate. Choose which word I might ramble about or tell a story.

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Follow

The choices for today are: (1) follow, (2) funny, (3) forgiveness. There is just not enough votes for any particular word so I chose follow.

I thought of choosing the words and not ask readers to choose anymore. There's just not enough time for voting since I write and post in the same day and there is only a few hours in between posts for voting. But I seem to have a need to follow things all the way through even though it is kind of failing. I know it's okay to not do anything I had planned but a part of my brain don't seem to want to. So I'll follow through and let readers choose the word. Maybe it's not good to set criteria during these challenges. I had thought I had a lot to ramble about but it seems my mind keeps blanking out or veering off topic.

If you're failing at something, do you follow through or quit?

For tomorrow, the letter G, the choices are (1) graphic design, (2) grumpy, (3) ginger. Choose which word I might ramble about or tell a story.

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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 identify 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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