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Six Word Saturday


Children’s magic: Lego back to life.

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My youngest son came over with his girlfriend and her two children. And guess what they found, hidden in a big chest?

Indestructible Lego, favorite toy throughout the years. ♥


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Six Word Story Challenge: Astronomical Object

The Six Word Story Challenge of this week is all about ASTRONOMICAL OBJECTS  or CELESTIAL BODIES.

Astronomical objects or celestial objects are naturally occurring physical entities, associations or structures that current science has demonstrated to exist in the observable universe.

The term astronomical object is sometimes used interchangeably with astronomical body. Typically, an astronomical (celestial) body refers to a single, cohesive structure that is bound together by gravity (and sometimes by electromagnetism).

Astronomical objects are gravitational bound structures that are associated with a position in space, but may consist of multiple independent astronomical bodies or objects. These objects range from single planets to star clusters, nebulae or entire galaxies. A comet may be described as a body, in reference to the frozen nucleus of ice and dust, or as an object, when describing the nucleus with its diffuse coma and tail.

Just a few examples: stars (like the sun), planets (like our dear earth), moons, dwarf planets, asteroids, comets, meteoroids, galaxies, you name it and it’s out there. And plenty of unnamed ones too!

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So here’s the challenge for you: step outside and stare upwards until you can

write a story about an ASTRONOMICAL OBJECT in just six words. Let a photo or image inspire you to write a story. Or first write the story, and then make or search for a picture to go with it.

Here’s a Six Word Story by Ernest Hemingway.

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Such an impact and unseen images in only six words…

Publish your Six Word Story on your own website/blog and paste the link to that post in a comment to this one here at Figments. I will include your contribution in this post, forming a list of stories.

Will you join me? Will you? Say you do. And share the challenge news!

I look forward to your stories.
Marion

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READ THE ASTRONOMICAL STORIES OF:

Doe je liever mee in het Nederlands, ga dan naar Verhaal in zes woorden met beeld: Hemellichaam.

Older stories:
130226 – Poverty
130313 – Spring
130327 – Writing

130410 – Light
130424 – Music
130515 – Transport
130529 – Pets
130612 – Regret
130616 – Inspiration
130703 – Commercials
130814 – Vacation
130829 – Memory
130911 – Terrorism
130925 – Youth
131030 – The Weather
131113 – Film
131127 – Art
131211 – Food
131229 – Retrospect
140122 – Puzzle
140205 – Shopping
140219 – Dilemma
140312 – Daredevil
140326 – Friends
140513 – Garden
140529 – Elections

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Homemade Soup and Pancakes

I remember my childhood days, when I sat at the dinner table with my parents and siblings. We had soup every day. Thick, savory, appetizing, healthy soup, made by my Mom. There were things floating in it. Green, orange, red and brown, sometimes white. And weird worm-like creatures, called vermicelli. Or white grains, that were supposed to be rice, but looked like tiny maggots. At that age, one could get suspicious about the ingredients. Seems I never grew up, though I learned to love rice – but the dry one. I don’t like my food to swim in liquid.

In those days, soup was eaten from a soup plate. Not a fancy bowl, with a touch of cream in the middle, no. Just a plain deep plate: the food was important, not the casing. Well, in one particular case the casing was important, for on special occasions – the special occasion for my mother probably being a lack of time – after soup we’d eat pancakes! For us youngsters, pancakes were a treat. And the absolute fun part was that during these meals, we were allowed to turn the plate upside down and eat the pancakes from the bottom! YES!

We used to scrape the plate as clean as possible, perhaps even lick it – only to save Mom the cleaning, mind you – flip the plate and then sit with knife and fork in hand, ready to attack. Only to put them down again, since we had to add sugar to the pancake first. Not sweeteners or Stevia. The real stuff. The stuff that would slowly break your teeth apart, but tasted heavenly. Who cared about the table getting dirty. A sweep with a cloth and the formica would be shiny and new.

This brings back other memories too. My brother never had to help with doing the dishes. Just leave him be, we will finish sooner without him anyway. And my sister who miraculously disappeared to the toilet whenever the hot water was running. I really had to go, if you want proof, then come and take a good sniff. Which I didn’t, of course. My nose is too valuable for that.

When I grew older, I became a vegetarian. My mother continued to make soup. And she knew the soup love of her daughter. The shrewd lady combined her concerns over my vegetarian diet in a special soup, which she blended into a smooth green tasty broth. One could no longer see the separate ingredients… As if I didn’t know that she added lots of ground beef, to ease her conscience. Everyone needs meat!, was her motto. And I let her, because her love was dipped deeply into this brew.

Over the years things changed. With the arrival of dish washers, clean tableware no longer is scarce. No need to use both sides of a plate. And I’m no longer a vegetarian, for the men in my life always demanded meat. And I don’t have time to prepare two, at times even three different meals a day. So tomorrow I’ll make soup and pancakes. And teach my eldest son how to eat them properly. I have neglected this for far too long.

Did your family have an unusual eating habit too when you were younger?

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I wrote this for Writing 101: Happy Memories: “Today, be inspired by a favorite childhood meal. For the twist, focus on infusing the post with your unique voice — even if that makes you a little nervous.”

I’d love to get feedback.

Posted in Culture/History, Education, Inspiration, Writing, Writing101

TED Talk? No, JEFFREY Talk!

His eyes shine like a beacon of hope. They draw me in like a moth is pulled to a flame. Not to be burned, but to be submerged in a pool of energy, humor and passion. His name is Jeffrey Titus Maganga, and he is the most charismatic man I have met in a long time.

Mister Maganga works at Lilongwe’s Teacher Trainer College in Malawi, where he tells us all about TALULAR – Teaching And Learning Using Locally Available Resources. In Malawi, resources are scarce, and the help of the government is not always available. He teaches his students to use their imagination, creativity and common sense beyond the knowledge of college.

In the beginning, his never ending search for free materials drove his wife mad, whenever he returned from a trip to for example the supermarket, with bags full of useless stuff, junk even. Think of used sheets, of corks and reeds, paper boxes and cans, Useless.., until Jeffrey thinks of new ways to convert them into educational materials. Now she even helps me to collect them! He winks.

His enthusiasm is contagious, and my heart swells with pride. This is a man all of us can learn from. No fancy talk, no expensive materials. Just a man and his passion, his love for teaching, and for the environment.

Mister Jeffrey Titus Maganga!

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I wrote this for Writing 101: A Character-Building Experience: “Today, you’ll write about the most interesting person you’ve met in 2014. In your twist, develop and shape your portrait further in a character study.”

I’d love to get feedback!

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Goodbye

The unexpected white on black stopped him in his tracks. Hands on knees, he tried to catch his breath, while sweat dripped down his face. It was a fresh piece of paper, caught in the thistle thorns that grew near the running trail. Curious, he picked up the letter and unfolded it. All of a sudden the words danced before his eyes and he jerked upright. In the distance, near the edge, he could see the flashing lights of a police car. His gaze swept over the words again and slowly he turned the letter around. ‘To Carmen’, it said.

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A variation:

A soft click
the door closed

On the table a letter
‘BRB’

She waited for years
in vain


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I wrote this for Writing 101: Be Brief: “You stumble upon a random letter on the path. You read it. It affects you deeply, and you wish it could be returned to the person to which it’s addressed. Write a story about this encounter. Today’s twist: Approach this post in as few words as possible.”

I’d love to get feedback!

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The Blood of my Soul

Ghost Love Score by Nightwish

Years ago I fell in love with Nightwish’s music. I was introduced to this band by my best friend and for that I’m forever grateful. For his friendship too by the way. Ghost Love Score is not a song; it’s a story on its own. Because of the changes in tempo. Because of the story telling. It is orchestral and brings out epic images and feelings in me. Don’t be alarmed by the heavy intro, for it will get lighter along the way and soon you’ll be caught up in the music. Close your eyes and listen. It will take ten minutes and I dare you to sit still! Of course I should be writing now, but I’m whistling and singing. In today’s challenge a lack of inspiration is not the main obstruction for writing; the music is! And I love every second.

 

Gravity by Sara Bareilles

Whenever this lady sings, I listen. Whenever she brings out an album, I purchase it. Funny songs like King of Anything and Fairytale make me smile. But this song, Gravity, is sung from the heart. The smallness is its grandeur. The feelings resonate in my own soul and I’m lost in thoughts and memories. And my voice blends in with Sara’s. Not because it’s that good, but because she sticks to the lower universes of vocal kingdoms that I can reach too. Repeat…

 

So She Dances by Josh Groban

His voice is a warm embrace. A relaxing bath after a day’s hard work. And he’s cute too. So She Dances lifts me up to dreams of grace and love. Close but elusive. Lovely!

 

Music is the blood of my soul…


Writing101badgeI wrote this for Writing 101: Commit to a Writing Practice. “Today, celebrate three songs that are significant to you. For your twist, write for fifteen minutes without stopping — and build a writing habit.”

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Six Word Story Challenge: Garden

The Six Word Story Challenge of this week is all about GARDENS.

A garden is a planned space, usually outdoors, set aside for the display, cultivation, and enjoyment of plants and other forms of nature. The garden can incorporate both natural and man-made materials. The most common form today is known as a residential garden, but the term garden has traditionally been a more general one. Zoos, which display wild animals in simulated natural habitats, were formerly called zoological gardens. Western gardens are almost universally based on plants, with garden often signifying a shortened form of botanical garden.

Some traditional types of eastern gardens, such as Zen gardens, use plants sparsely or not at all. Xeriscape gardens use local native plants that do not require irrigation or extensive use of other resources while still providing the benefits of a garden environment. Gardens may exhibit structural enhancements, sometimes called follies, including water features such as fountains, ponds (with or without fish), waterfalls or creeks, dry creek beds, statuary, arbors, trellises and more.

Some gardens are for ornamental purposes only, while some gardens also produce food crops, sometimes in separate areas, or sometimes intermixed with the ornamental plants. Food-producing gardens are distinguished from farms by their smaller scale, more labor-intensive methods, and their purpose (enjoyment of a hobby rather than produce for sale). Flower gardens combine plants of different heights, colors, textures, and fragrances to create interest and delight the senses.

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The challenge for you:

Write a story about a GARDEN in just six words. Let a photo or image inspire you to write a story. Or first write the story, and then make or search for a picture to go with it.

Here’s a Six Word Story by Ernest Hemingway.

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Such an impact and unseen images in only six words…

Publish your Six Word Story on your own website/blog and paste the link to that post in a comment to this one here at Figments. I will include your contribution in this post, forming a list of stories.

Will you join me? Will you? Say you do. :) And share the challenge news!

I look forward to your stories.
Marion

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READ THE GARDEN STORIES OF:

Doe je liever mee in het Nederlands, ga dan naar Verhaal in zes woorden met beeld: Tuin.

Older stories:
130226 – Poverty
130313 – Spring
130327 – Writing

130410 – Light
130424 – Music
130515 – Transport
130529 – Pets
130612 – Regret
130616 – Inspiration
130703 – Commercials
130814 – Vacation
130829 – Memory
130911 – Terrorism
130925 – Youth
131030 – The Weather
131113 – Film
131127 – Art
131211 – Food
131229 – Retrospect
140122 – Puzzle
140205 – Shopping
140219 – Dilemma
140312 – Daredevil
140326 – Friends

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