Month: February 2016

*knock* Mom! *knock* Mom! I won the No Bell Prize!

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “I’d Like to Thank My Cats.”

What it this time.

No mom I actually won one of the most prestigious awards in my field. It is only given to the best and brightest in the profession, only few ever win it and I, not only was nominated, but also won it making me the youngest ever nominee and winner.

Congratulations hun, what it called.

The Punmanship award.

LATER THAT DAY

Ladies and Gentleman,

I would like to thank you for all your hard work and the fact that many of you would equally deserve to stand here makes me all the more honoured. No doubt I’ve been punishing myself thinking that I’m not worthy of this title, but I started remembering where I came from. For some of you that don’t know, I used to be a banker, but then I lost interest. I then pursued bakery with a friend. While I was away his bakery burnt down and now his business is toast. After that I pursued theatre thats where I started to understand the value of our line of work. It was a theatrical performance about puns but really it was just a play on words. I once heard a joke about amnesia, but I forgot how it goes. Well anyway, I am so honoured to be there that I could pursue law.

The Icognito Writer

Hakuna Matata, What A Wonderful Phrase

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Silver Screen.”

What does that have to do with anything Jerry?

Nothing really, just helps me when I’m feeling down. It kind of brings me back to reality, that everything is gonna be ok.

You know it was sung by a talking pig and rat right?

A meerkat and warthog.

Same difference.

But the way they said it.

Don’t tell me you’re going to sing.

Hakuna Matata, what a wonderful phrase
Hakuna Matata, ain’t no passing craze
It means no worries for the rest of your days
It’s our problem free philosophy, Hakuna Matata

Why, when he was a young warthog
When I was a young warthog
Very nice, thanks

He found his aroma lacked a certain appeal
He could clear the Savannah after every meal
I’m a sensitive soul, though I seem thick-skinned
And it hurt that my friends never stood downwind

And oh, the shame, he was ashamed
Thoughta changin’ my name, oh, what’s in a name?
And I got downhearted, how did you feel? Every time that I
Pumbaa, not in front of the kids, oh sorry

Hakuna Matata, what a wonderful phrase
Hakuna Matata, ain’t no passing craze
It means no worries for the rest of your days, yeah, sing it, kid
It’s our problem-free philosophy, Hakuna Matata

Hakuna Matata
Hakuna Matata
Hakuna Matata
Hakuna Matata

It means no worries for the rest of your days
It’s our problem free philosophy, Hakuna Matata

Hakuna Matata
Hakuna Matata
Hakuna Matata

Truly inspirational

It Flows

She sat down

It was that day again

But still she didn’t feel it

It eluded her and made her frown

Again and again

Why couldn’t she feel it?


He walked around

Not bothered by the rain

He already had too many problems of his to notice it

He felt down

He felt the pain


Nobody seemed to notice it

It was valentine’s day

And she wondered why no one sent her flowers

Why no one held her close

And whispered quietly into her ear


It was valentine’s day

And he wondered why no one spent hours

Holding him close

Or gently stroking his hair


They met

Two victims of love

They stared at each other until the sun set

As if it was destined from above


Happy Valentines Day

The Song

Gently it flew, carried by the wind. It was strong yet soft, powerful yet calm. It was the wind itself, it was the earth, the air, everything. And when it finally reached my ears, I heard it. Heard it truly. The melodious sound. And I, for the first time in a long while, truly sang.

The Dance

It was cold, but no colder than yesterday. The leaves whistled on their branches as the wind blew. Softly. Gently. Coldly. I watched the last of the shops close for the day. I watched the owners walk home. Their two legs bristly moving in the dark. Afraid of the cold, afraid of the dark, afraid of themselves. I could only watch. Watch as the leaves finally tore free from their branches. Watch as they glided through the air. Watch as the birds joined their chorus. The grasshoppers playing in perfect harmony. And I watched.


And danced.
#fiction, #happy, #short