• Blogging Everyday in August (BEDA),  Writing

    small town memories

    writing prompt: write about the first place you ever knew i was born in a small town right on the edge of the us and mexico. it was filled with people of all kids. different faiths. different religions. different backgrounds. different faces. different everything. i was only two or almost three when we left. from the stories that are told and the people who knew us and the pictures that we’ve kept, we still remember the memories from that small town. the memories between us few cousins. the memories of my sister and i when we were just babies. the memories of muslim families getting together and not being too afraid.…

  • Blogging Everyday in August (BEDA),  Writing

    tune out the static sound of the city that never sleeps

    writing prompt: chose a saying and write something about it tune out the static sound of the city that never sleeps – (don’t know who said this – found on tumblr) the city that never sleeps. the buzz is always in the air. the sound of cars. the sound of people shouting to one another. the sound of everything keeps on playing in the background of days and nights spent here. tall buildings surround the one that i currently reside in. they block out the beauty of the night sky that i’ve always loved. here in the city, even away from the tall skyscarper building, you aren’t able to see the…

  • Blogging Everyday in August (BEDA),  Writing

    memories from my first friend

    writing prompt: write to your first friend you were the first person that was my friend outside of family friends. i talked with you all by myself. my sister wasn’t at my side, nor my parents pushing me to make a new friend and talk to someone my age. we were so young then but became fast friends. i don’t remember many of our early memories together, but i know we enjoyed each others company greatly. i remember you inviting me to your birthday parties, and where we made those necklaces together. i still have it, and i really love it… even though there were just a bunch of beads strung…

  • Blogging Everyday in August (BEDA),  Writing

    hidden between the shelves

    writing prompt: what do you see hidden between the shelves hidden between the shelves she lay on her little belly where no one could see. she’d be in another place than the one most would see her in. to others, she was a little girl with ponytails, glasses and a dress with jeans hiding between the shelves of the local public library. she, however, was in a world entirely of her own. where dragons breathed fire, but also help little girls find their way home. where fairies came to help you when you needed it most. where you were whisked away in the middle of the night to compete in ice skating to…

  • Blogging Everyday in August (BEDA),  Writing

    the flowers in her hair

    prompt: she loved her garden and there was nothing she found more relaxing than spending a morning there (descriptive writing) The first beam of light for the day was shown through a window displaying a fairly moderate sized bedroom with a single bed, a desk and a couple of filled bookshelves ranging of books of all kinds. A teenage girl should live here perhaps, with her desk filled up with pencils and papers and textbooks all scattered around and Polaroid’s of a girl and her friends. Alas, the bed is made and the window seems ajar above the window, swaying back and forth by a sudden breeze. Right below seems to be…

  • Blogging Everyday in August (BEDA),  Writing

    summer

    writing prompt: who is summer to you summer is the one you’ve always loved. she would come and go throughout your life multiple times, but would always leave behind the best memories for you to savour and cherish along the years. she brings happiness everywhere she goes, shining brightly and showing everyone what she’s capable of. summer is the confident one who loves to show what she has done. although credit is never given to spring who helped along the way, creating something so beautiful with her heartache and pain from what came before. everyone and every little thing smiles when she comes by. savouring this time, and enjoying their time…