It’s the night before an important event: a big exam, a major presentation, your wedding. How do you calm your nerves in preparation for the big day?
A War of Nerves (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
The night before,
There’s very little to actually do.
Except show up and do the deed.
For if you’re not ready right now,
You won’t be ready tomorrow.
None can be done extempore.
–Linus Fernandes
You’ve come into possession of one vial of truth serum. Who would you give it to (with the person’s consent, of course) — and what questions would you ask?
A truth serum have I,
That you might choose to take or not.
(I need your consent.)
But then you’d have to trust,
That what you confess would not be repeated
—Ad nauseam.
Or would you rather
Sign a disclaimer,
That what’s said under the influence,
is practically inadmissible
In court or elsewhere.
The questions I would ask then
Are neither here nor there.
—Linus Fernandes.
Are you a picky eater? Share some of your favorite food quirks with us (the more exotic, the better!). Omnivores: what’s the one thing you won’t eat?
I’m not a choosy eater,
I’ll eat almost anything
Be it sweet or sour.
What I won’t eat is bitter.
Maybe, someday, I’ll appreciate it better.
—Linus Fernandes.
Our free-write is back by popular demand: today, write about anything — but you must write for exactly ten minutes, no more, no less.
The charm of ten minutes,
Can last a lifetime.
English: Male monarch butterfly (Danaus plexippus), recently emerged and getting ready to take its first flight, in Auckland, New Zealand. It flew away about 5 minutes after this photo was taken. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
Maybe.
Can these words
Stand the test of time?
Not unless they’re writ in stone.
—Linus Fernandes.
You’re about to enter a room full of strangers, where you will have exactly four minutes to tell a story that would convey who you really are. What’s your story?
I have but a few minutes,
In which to state my case.
Wow! Flash (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
How shall I start?
How about—“Hi! Good morning!
I’m Linus Fernandes,
and I really want this job.”
—Linus Fernandes.
How would you get along with your sibling(s), parent(s), or any other person you’ve known for a long time — if you only
Forever Delayed (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
met them for the first time today?(Thanks for the prompt suggestion, LisaListed!)
I meet men daily,
Men from my past, men in the present,
Men and women,
Who claim they’re me,
And it worries me,
Because I’m asked, nay begged, to be kind
To all their me.
How am I to tell them,
That then there’ll be no room for the me of now.
I’d rather show them the door, gently,
Unless they can make it worth my while,
To humor their ‘lie’.
(I tell you all this honestly).
~Linus Fernandes
PS: Thanks to Tom Balistreri for inspiring this post.
We’ve all heard that beauty is in the eye of the beholder. Do you agree? is all beauty contingent on a subjective point of view?
(Thanks for suggesting a similar prompt, Christian Thomas Golden.)
“Beauty is in the eye of the beholder,”
She told him with a glint in her eye.
But he was having none of it.
“Yes, I’ve heard that a million times before.
But what am I supposed to do with just a lousy picture?”
—Linus Fernandes.
Quickly list five things you’d like to change in your life. Now, write a post about a day in your life once all five have been crossed off your to-do list.
The list’s all done.
I’ve transformed
Into that angel you were always searching for.
But then I’ve left a portrait
In my attic
That’s all me, all gray!
I’m cosmetic!
I’m plastic!
—Linus Fernandes
Your blog is about to be recorded into an audiobook. If you could choose anyone — from your grandma to Samuel L. Jackson — to narrate your posts, who would it be?
Who would read my posts aloud
To an audience who cares?
I’d seek first the audience,
And then who cares?
It could be me,
Or it could be a Hollywood superstar.
But I’d want them to be there first for me.
—Linus Fernandes
Superman (It’s Not Easy) (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
You’ve been granted the power to predict the future! The catch — each time you use your power, it costs you one day (as in, you’ll live one day less). How would you use this power, it at all?
(Thanks, sarsidoo, for suggesting a similar prompt!)
If I had the power
To predict the future,
I guess I’d first shower,
Before I stitch the first suture.
To lose a day,
Each time I use it,
Is a bit harsh, I say,
Even if the world’s now a little more knit.
But since the question is how
whether for good or bad?
We’re all prone to take a bow
Pretending to be the world’s dad.
What’s 24 hours less?
If we can play superman,
If we can reduce the universe’s stress,
So long as our good deed does not boomerang.
—Linus Fernandes.
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