Writing 101, Day Ten: Happy Sweetness Day!

Today’s Prompt: Tell us something about your favorite childhood meal — the one that was always a treat, that meant “celebration,” or that comforted you and has deep roots in your memory.

Oh, yes! Papa has finally decided that we make a flan! Flan is my favorite dessert. In fact, I don’t consider it as a dessert but a snack. I always question why do they have to serve it in very small sizes? Today, papa bought this circular aluminum. He told us that’s what we will use to shape the flan that we were going to make! This is great! This is the best thing that’s ever happened! We’re making a home made flan in a big serving!! Aaah, this is so much heaven! I don’t even care who’s going to make it or if they fry it or bake it or whatever, I just want to eat it now, now, now!! When I eat it, it lands softly in my tongue and I follow it up with the caramel sauce. It is never complete without the sugary sauce that comes with it. Flan is love! ❤

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Writing 101, Day Nine: The Red Sweater

Today’s Prompt: A man and a woman walk through the park together, holding hands. They pass an old woman sitting on a bench. The old woman is knitting a small, red sweater. The man begins to cry. Write this scene.

She had a light complexion, a smile so warm I’d want to be wrapped around her arms again. Just like my mom, yes, just like how she smiled at me when I came home from a loss in a basketball game. She’d drop her chores, set the stove on low fire, wipe her hands on her apron, meet me at the entrance of our hallway and give me a big, warm hug. During winters, she’d sit by the fire and do the what she loves to do. I’d come home to a dim-lit living room with green and reds hanging around corners and a glittery decoration which says “Merry Christmas”. She’d craft something beautiful with the use of her hands. I could tell she was never bored. That night, she finished knitting a red sweater for me. She handed it to me and said it might be her last Christmas present. I told her that she shouldn’t be saying those things. She was still strong, happy, a warm sunshine in our home. I’m not sure how she’d look like now. But, I’m so happy that she’d left me with the best memories and looking at that lady on the bench, I picture she’s just around the corner continuing to love and look after me.

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Writing 101, Day Eight: The Adverb is Not Your Friend

Pretty late but here goes…

For this task assignment, we were supposed to go to a cafe and observe a person then write about him or her, focusing on minor details, eliminating adverbs. I did not have the chance to go to a cafe, recently, so mine is just from my imagination.

He took her hand like a mother inviting her child for a walk

But both of her eyebrows met and she had a face slightly better than a person who just ate a piece of lemon

With strength, she shook her hand like getting rid of a gecko on her arms

They didn’t share a cup of coffee today