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My name is Joy, and I love to write. Why poetry, here? Because poetry uplifts its writer, and if she is lucky enough, her readers, too. Around us, so many objects abound to write about. Once a poet starts with a smallest, most trivial object, he shall discover that his pen will spill out what is most delicate or most majestic hidden inside him. Since the classics sometimes dealt with lofty subjects with a lofty language, a person with poetry in his soul may incline to emulate that. That is understandable. Poetry does that to a person: it enlarges the soul and gives it wings. Yet, to really soar, a poet needs to take off from the ground. Kiya's gift. I love it!
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#937910 added July 13, 2018 at 10:02pm
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Friday the 13th // Grandmothers
prompt: Let's talk about funny superstitions on this day noted for many.

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Many of the superstitions arise from our incomprehensible or unexplainable beliefs in the existence of monsters and ghosts. When the brain can’t explain something, it makes stuff up. We writers should know a lot about that performance, shouldn’t we!

Yes, today is Friday the 13th, the creepiest day, although there is no logical reason for it being creepy, but you know, it is our creative minds that come up with stuff that makes even those nonbelievers uneasy.

Funny thing is it is reported that on any Friday the 13, hospital admissions arise even though the accident reports may be lower.

But every Friday the 13, who can keep away from fearing black cats, shadows in the mirrors, walking under a ladder, and bills that add up to 6.66 or 66.6 or 666. Then heaven forbid if you see a funeral or happen to be around a cemetery or on the 13th floor of a building, on any Friday the 13th! You’ll end up fearing for your life.

In fact, there is nothing to fear from Friday the 13th. Our very own The StoryWitchress was born on such a day. Now, shouldn’t such a great luck undo anything unlucky for any day?

And I wrote a witch story for my each-day-a-story project. "July 2018 - A Story a Day


Mixed flowers in a basket



Prompt: A grandmother is a little bit parent, a little bit teacher and a little bit friend. Write anything you want about this.

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My grandmother took care of me as soon as I was born since my mother took to bed and didn’t get up for a month, they say, and not that she was really sick or had a difficult birth. I am thinking she might have suffered from those postpartum blues.

I always had a special bond with my grandmother, which probably began as soon as I was born. My grandmother always knew how to console me or how to show me the right way. I couldn’t take the serious look that came over her face when what I did wasn’t right. So I never liked to displease her. Not that she was ever strict, but her approval meant the whole world to me.

I still feel her soft touch and the joy dancing in her eyes when she looked at me. Her face always filled with pride and love when I achieved something.

Nowadays, demands on grandmothers seem to increase with every passing year because almost all parents are at work. Even when grandmothers do not live with their grandkids and they have lives and jobs of their own, they still provide emotional security and extra love for their grandchildren. Plus, they make the best babysitters even when stressed and sleep-deprived because a grandmother is a blessing for everyone in a family.

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