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Writing 101 – Day Twenty


It’s the final day of Writing 101!

I’ve enjoyed every minute of it, learned a lot, read even more:) and connected with some amazing people!

Today’s assignment: ‘The things we treasure’ – It’s the final day of the challenge already?! Let’s make sure we end it with a bang — or, in our case, with some furious collective tapping on our keyboards. For this final assignment, lead us through the history of an object that bears a special meaning to you.

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‘Hidden treasures under our feet’

Thinking about things I treasure…

Throughout our life we collect things, moments…with time they become memories, we hold on to them and turn them into treasures.

I can’t count all the objects I’ve kept and locked in the memory box…each and every piece has a sentimental value and it’s a proof of wonderful moments that I was lucky enough to be part of.

…but if I look closer, it’s not the things I treasure… it’s the memories that come with them! So, today…the last assignment for this writing challenge I will open my memory box and share with you my most-prized possession:)

“…the sun never felt so warm…it was 7 o’clock in the morning and all I could think of was him. I know we always said that today will be like any other day…we didn’t need to prove anything…we knew each others souls, we knew we belonged, but even so, today was the day we will pledge our love in front of God, our family, our amazing friends and somehow everything will become more real.

I don’t know why I’ve said that…it was real before, but it was missing something…our hearts were longing for something…the blessing.

Now, thinking back, everything it’s a blur…I have all these pictures to remind me of that day and I treasure them dearly but my soul values the vows we took…those unforgettable moments when everyone and everything is in perfect line with the Universe and the land and the sky celebrates the union of two spirits.

My heart was racing, I’ve spent the morning crying and I wondered why people say that this is the most amazing day of your life…surely I am not the only bride who feels this way on her big day?! I wasn’t crying because something was wrong…I felt flooded with all these emotions and they all came at once…happiness, love, hope, peace, relief, fear. 

…walking down the ail…it’s like being in a boat, in the middle of the sea, desperately looking for land…

…but then, I saw him and my heart was filled with love, endless love…he was my light house, guiding me towards the rest of our life…”

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Picture, courtesy of The Daily Post, Writing 101

Final note from the author:)

I was, I am and always will be in love with love…a hopeless romantic, you may say:)

The truth is that I value feelings more than anything, emotional experiences through which the world uncovers its beauty and leads us towards the unknown…the amazingly beautiful unknown, which awaits to be discovered.

The secret to uncover our destiny it’s simple…don’t walk the path alone, because together we are stronger, better and happier!

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Writing 101 – Day Nineteen ‘Thank You’


Thank you to all of you for taking this journey with me:)

Today’s assignment: ‘Don’t stop the rocking’ – Today is a free writing day. Write at least four-hundred words, and once you start typing, don’t stop. No self-editing, no trash-talking, and no second guessing: just go. Bonus points if you tackle an idea you’ve been playing with but think is too silly to post about.

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I’ve realised not so long ago that saying out loud “I am a writer”, sounded silly…

I didn’t really understand why…even if for such a long time – the pen and paper was a way to escape – I still never thought of myself as a writer. Perhaps in my mind, a writer is the author of a published book, a person whose name sounds familiar to strangers…I don’t know.

Along the way…these past few weeks taught me that to be a writer you don’t need a title…that inspiration can come from anywhere and anything…that sometimes admitting something to yourself, makes it more real…that a few words of encouragement from others can take you a long way…

So today I am going to take this opportunity to thank all of you, fellow bloggers and writers with whom I took this journey of self discovery…thank you for every second you’ve taken from your own precious time, to read my posts, my attempts of self-improvement :), thank you for all the amazing words you’ve left behind, all the positive criticism and spelling error highlights :)) – because you might not realise this, but I became better thanks to you.

The truth is that no matter what we do in life we need each other…for support, for a kind word or for validation…either way we were built to live and discover the world together.

I know now that the road to success starts from within…

From the moment of self acceptance until the finish line, our journey will be filled with unexpected connections, new discoveries, amazing opportunities, highs and lows…all with one thing in common, we will never be alone!

I am proud to say today that I AM A WRITER and no matter if my art will be one day discovered or not, I feel that I am one step closer to accomplish a dream!

I will continue to paint the town red, bring to life stories that were just images once, support and encourage anyone who needs it and enjoy life as it comes – sweeten the lemon juice with more sugar:)))

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Picture, courtesy of The Daily Post, Writing 101

This was the note from the author:)

Writing 101 – Day Eighteen


Little bit of fiction…

“The neighbourhood has seen better days, but Mrs. Pauley has lived there since before anyone can remember. She raised a family of six boys, who’ve all grown up and moved away. Since Mr. Pauley died three months ago, she’d had no income. She’s fallen behind in the rent. The landlord, accompanied by the police, have come to evict Mrs. Pauley from the house she’s lived in for forty years.”

Today’s assignment: ‘Hone Your Point of View’ – Today’s prompt: write this story in first person, told by the twelve-year-old sitting on the stoop across the street.

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” A memory of dad “

The air seemed fresher after the rain, the whole street was flooded, which happened every now and then after heavy storms. Henry stayed all day in the window, praying for the rain to stop…he was eager to see his friends and just enjoy the last week of his summer holiday.

Today he had his grandmother with him as both of his parents were away. They were away from home many times and Henry grew up mostly with his grandparents…there were times when he would question why they are always on the road, but his father had the same answer every time:

“It’s all for you Henry, so you can enjoy a better life when you grow up, so we can keep a roof over our heads and have nice things!”

“Nice things…”, he never understood that one. Surely what he had didn’t cost that much.

They lived across from Mrs. Pauley, who was a lovely old lady, famous in the neighbourhood for her cakes. She always seemed so happy, but since her husband passed away no one saw her smile or bake anymore… It was such a shame because Henry missed her triple chocolate cake terribly…cake, she made almost every Saturday for all the children living on Ivy Bridge Road.

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I never liked the rain, what is to like about it? I don’t understand mum, when she says that the sound of rain gives her peace…but what do I know?, thought Henry while drawing boats on the window with his finger.

The rain stopped and he felt so happy that he jumped of the window seal and stormed out the door onto the street. He looked left and right but didn’t see any of his friends anywhere…

”Maybe they didn’t see that the rain stopped”!

He decided to wait a little bit longer, he sat down on the concrete steps in front of the house and watched the people passing by still holding open umbrellas.

That’s strange, didn’t they see the rain stopped?, he thought. Hey, sir…the rain stopped, you don’t need your umbrella anymore!, he said smiling to the gentleman walking slowly by the front of the house.

He didn’t seem to hear Henry and just kept walking without acknowledging anyone on the street. Henry didn’t pay anymore attention to him and stood up to see if any of his friends came out yet, when he saw two police officers and another well dressed man walking towards Mrs. Pauley house.

He took a step back and suddenly a terrible thought crossed his mind.

Maybe something happened with Mrs. Pauley!  Last time I remember seeing police officers, something bad happened! I know because no one ever talked about it afterwords, mum just said that Mr. Whitehall was very sick and they had to take him to the hospital…and because he didn’t have anyone to take care of him, the police officer and an ambulance took him away. He never came back… I’ve asked father a couple of times, where Mr. Whitehall was now, but his answer wasn’t very clear, “he is in a better place”. I never understood that… I think he died and everyone was too sad to remember…

Mrs. Pauley came to the door, she looked frightened!

I am so happy she was all right , thought Henry, still not understanding what was happening. The man in a suit seemed familiar but Henry couldn’t see his face as he was with his back to him, talking quietly but slightly angry with Mrs.Pauley.

Mrs. Pauley started crying and Henry stood up and for a moment wanted to go across the street. He didn’t really know what would he do once he got there but he felt so sorry for her.

Mary, his grandmother noticed from the kitchen window what was happening outside…in a few seconds she was out on the stairs as well: “ Henry, please come in…the table is set, you must be hungry”, said Mary hoping she could avoid Henry witnessing a scene that might happen across the street.

Sadly the neighbourhood knew that Mrs. Pauley was in a financial difficulty since her husband died, but no one thought things would get to this stage.

I don’t want to come in, I am not hungry…. What is happening with Mrs. Pauley?, asks Henry with a scared voice.

“Nothing is happening dear, everything will be just fine”, said Mary, trying to reassure the boy and at the same time not really knowing how bad things could evolve from here. Henry went in eventually, but he couldn’t stop looking back…

I am not hungry, I am really not, he said trying to stay as close to the window as possible. Why no one wants to tell me what’s happening, I know about bad things, sad things…

Mary cooked her famous lasagna which made Henry really happy and for a second he turned away from the window and tried to eat … after a few minutes he looked outside but he couldn’t see anyone across the street.

Will Mrs.Pauley come back?, he asked Mary.

“ Don’t be silly, she didn’t go anywhere…look, she is at the window”, said Mary pointing towards Mrs.Pauley’s house.

I didn’t understand what happened and grandma didn’t want to talk about it…in a way I was just happy that she didn’t leave…I looked outside, smiled and waved at her, she waved back but she seemed sad. Later that evening when mum and dad came home, some of our other neighbours came over to our house, I wasn’t allowed to stay in the living room because it was a grown-ups thing,  they had to talk about… I know I shouldn’t have, but I hid under the stairs because I wanted to know why there are so many people in our house. I remember dad saying Mrs. Pauley was in trouble and as a community we had to help her in any way we can… I remember his words exactly because  for the first time I’ve realised, he liked Mrs.Pauley too even if he never said it. After that evening dad went over to Mrs.Pauley and I am not sure what happened but I saw her crying and hugging him outside her house…she didn’t seem that sad anymore, but she was still crying. I’ve asked dad if that man in a suit and the police officers will be back to upset Mrs. Pauley, he looked at me smiling: “Don’t you worry about that, no one will upset Mrs. Pauley”. I knew he was telling the truth, I don’t know why, I just believed him…

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Picture, courtesy of The Daily Post, Writing 101

Note from the author:

I’ve tried to tell the story from a memory point of view…with a bit a character building at the beginning!

I’ve enjoyed this assignment very much:)

The end made me realise that The story came out to be more a memory of a 12-year-old boy about his relationship with his father…which was a nice surprise for my writing style!

Writing 101 – Day Seventeen


I AM A WRITER…

Today’s assignment: ‘Your Personality on the Page’ – Today’s Prompt: We all have anxieties, worries, and fears. What are you scared of? Address one of your worst fears. Today’s Twist: Write this post in a style distinct from your own.

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‘Between rocks and the fence…afraid of being happy’

They say after darkness comes the light…but what about the darkness that follows the light?

I’ve always been an optimistic but I think it’s easier to encourage the person next to you than yourself!

The beauty of life it’s that, it wasn’t made to be easy…all the rocks and the fences we have to overcome to follow our dreams, makes it all that much sweeter when we get there:)

and all it’s good to concentrate on the challenges we face…working harder to achieve our goals, because this way we feel worthier of the prize, we think we deserve it because we put our heart and soul on the line to get it.

But what happens when you’ve got it?

…when life finally smiled back at you, embraced you for a split of a second and brought you to the one place you fought to be?

It feels strange…it scares you, because now you think that there is a possibility of losing what you’ve worked so hard to accomplish.

We are taught that life it’s about sacrifice, it’s about compromise…that life it’s full of pain but always followed by endless joy…but is it endless?

We are so used to being in a constant battle, that sometimes we forget how we should be when it’s peace…when our dreams come true and we can put the sword down and be happy.

Do we know how to be happy…or are we afraid that the moment we allow ourselves to feel happiness, it can all be taken away from us?

Honestly, I don’t know…

Sometimes I think I am afraid to let myself be happy…I smile but I still hold the sword in one hand…ready for any battle I might have to face…

I believe we enjoy the obstacles…we feel alive when we constantly have to conquer and as we bury ourselves in endless crusades, we believe that life should be that way…but it’s not!

Allow yourself to be happy, celebrate your victory and look at the clear blue sky without wondering where the clouds are:)…I know I will try…

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Picture, courtesy of The Daily Post, Writing 101

Note from the author:

Live your life without constantly wondering what will be your next step…don’t be afraid to smile if you’re happy…don’t think about the rain when you feel the warmth of the sunshine and forget about the dark when it’s light!

Writing 101 – Day Sixteen


Happy Amazing Monday:)

Today’s assignment: ‘Third Time’s the Charm’ – Today’s Prompt: Imagine you had a job in which you had to sift through forgotten or lost belongings. Describe a day in which you come upon something peculiar, or tell a story about something interesting you find in a pile.

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” Memory box “

It’s been hours since it started raining, the sky turned dark but every now and then a strong light followed by a loud strike crossed the horizon in a hurry.

She’s never been afraid of thunder but the noise of the heavy rain drops bashing the window from each side made her feel nervous.

There were tens of boxes around the room, some of them already sealed and some just half full…she felt like she was packing up her entire life, closing a chapter but excited of what was waiting for her on the other side of that red door she kept dreaming about for the past four nights.

…she wasn’t sad for leaving, after all this promotion was what she always wanted, the best opportunity to prove what she could achieve.

It would be the first time she would ever leave her hometown…the only place she’s ever known, the only place she called home and the only people she felt close to.

She turned the radio a little bit louder to cover the sound of the storm from outside and continued packing.

Without even realising she picked up a small red box, slightly heavy and wanted to pack it up with the rest of her book collection…when by mistake a small yellow note fell out of it.

She gave the box another look and memories came back flooding her heart with joy and pain…all at the same time.

…she picked up the note, “ Love you forever “, she smiled.

She couldn’t remember how old she was when she fell in love for the first time but she remembered every little detail about it…when she first saw him in the schoolyard with his friends, how she felt when he looked at her with his curious eyes, how she couldn’t stop her heart from following him…how sweet his first kiss was, the old tree on the hill where they’ve carved their eternal love and how broken she felt when it all ended.

‘All these emotions, from a single piece of paper’, she was surprised she still remembered so much and how a small piece of memory can bring to life feelings you thought you’ve lost a long time ago.

She opened the red box and in a second, she saw her past unveiling in front of her eyes…every object, letter, picture in that box told a story….parts of her life long forgotten or just buried deep somewhere because they’ve only brought tears.

Why was she keeping all these?

For a moment she couldn’t understand why people keep memories of their painful past…’we should all just keep what made us happy’, she thought.

She turned to the window and looked outside…the rain seemed to have stopped and the sun was trying desperately to break through the clouds and burst into a beautiful warm light.

She picked up the box once again…her past and her future, all in one small red box.

…between pictures and letters she found two very old cinema tickets…her eyes smiled and she felt joy and love overwhelming her completely.

Two cinema tickets…

The first ever movie they saw together… she remembered the cold air, the long walk holding hands…and an empty cinema with just the two of them watching a movie they will never forget.

She wondered if he would still remember that night…she would definitely ask him once he would get home!

She closed her eyes for a moment and she felt love…love for the first boy who ever kissed her…love for the one who stole her heart for the first time…love for the memories of the past…love for the tears she once lost…love for what she became… love for The One that finally found her…love for him, who was now her present and her future.

She felt lost and she was found…

…she realised now why she kept that box full of memories of joy and heartbreak…because what she once thought she’ve lost was never really hers…it was just a part of her journey…a path that brought her where she was today…happy and in love with the man who once held her hand in an empty cinema and didn’t let go since…

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Picture, courtesy of The Daily Post, Writing 101

Note from the author:

What we lost it never was truly ours…but if we lost it, maybe it was to learn how to appreciate better, next time.

Everything joins a circle, like a lost and found box…some things are meant to be lost so they can be found.

Just trust that the journey you’re following has a purpose…for you to find your own heaven!

Writing 101 – Day Fifteen


I am slightly tired…but I am enjoying this writing experience too much to miss any of it…so, come on Jules and get your inspiration pen out and see what can you scribble:)

Today’s assignment: ‘Your Voice Will Find You’ – Today’s Prompt: Think about an event you’ve attended and loved. Your hometown’s annual fair. That life-changing music festival. A conference that shifted your worldview. Imagine you’re told it will be cancelled forever or taken over by an evil corporate force.

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“The wonderful event that is life”

Do you ever feel like the sky is closing up on you…and the air becomes un-breathable?

…and when you look up, you can still see a drop of light but you’re afraid it’s not going to last…very soon the sky will be entirely dark and you might lose your way…

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This is an event most of us have the sad privilege to say that we attended!

We tend to forget about it as soon as that sky is splashed again with sunshine and clear blue horizons, but in the back of our mind there is still a small trace of the sadness that made us once forget who we are or where we’re heading.

I’ve recently read an amazing book where the writer, an explorer of the mystical and the unknown talks about “The second mind” and at first I didn’t really understand what it’s all about but looking at random events in our life, how we think we can forget the negative and always just concentrate on the good…I’ve finally understood.

“The second mind”, it’s that voice that you cannot put to rest when you have other things to think about, when an event in your life affected you in a more or less negative way and in time you convinced yourself it’s all forgotten but somehow it’s always there, like a shadow of your other thoughts.

We might call it subconscious…the white flag of our ship.

Either way, it’s a voice we should listen and learn from…

There are moments in our life that we want to forget…maybe we think that if we don’t, we’ll get stuck under the black sky, but you know what…we fail to see that every moment in our life, every event we went through, may that be good or bad, made us what we are today.

So concentrate on the light and the good in your life but never neglect to learn from those moments of tears and sorrow because the joy and the pain live together within each of us.

Life is the wonderful agony between what we think we want and what we really need…and all the choices that lead us towards our eventful journey!

Just live it…

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Picture, courtesy of The Daily Post, Writing 101

Note from the author:

I tried to find my voice but I believe My voice was somewhere hidden…

I’ve tried something different, something that I’ve found more challenging, just random thoughts…Life is an event on its own and I enjoy writing about emotional journeys!

Thank you for taking this leap with me:)