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Written by James in portal Nonfiction

Bursted

The school librarian called my mom. Telling her, he stopped going to class in 2015. He sleeps below a staircase. It's either you choose to go back to class, or forfeit your admission. 

I'm at home buried in tears, they say I have phycological problems. My dreams are abstract and impossible to achieve. Africa is not Europe.

Albert Einstein and Isaac Newton, during their times of inspiration, my forefathers were using bare hands to catch fish, running around in tree branches. Sucking milk from a cows breast.

Who do you think you're?

I say in my mind. I'm a man ahead of time. From the future, stuck in the past. Who sees himself sitting on the sun. Traveling from one galaxy to another in seconds and minutes.

Can someone help me. Be my helper in this darkest hour. Don't let me drown or aim deception.

Everyone solution is to do both together. Continue classes and dream of a better world.

  What they don't know is that, you cannot aim at an eagle by shooting a hawk. One must choose one or non. 

Help me. 

My eagle seeing binoculars is about to be taken from me

I don't want Hawks in my stew.

Help me, 

Please. Don't let me loose

Get me out of here.

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Written by James in portal Nonfiction
Bursted
The school librarian called my mom. Telling her, he stopped going to class in 2015. He sleeps below a staircase. It's either you choose to go back to class, or forfeit your admission. 

I'm at home buried in tears, they say I have phycological problems. My dreams are abstract and impossible to achieve. Africa is not Europe.

Albert Einstein and Isaac Newton, during their times of inspiration, my forefathers were using bare hands to catch fish, running around in tree branches. Sucking milk from a cows breast.
Who do you think you're?

I say in my mind. I'm a man ahead of time. From the future, stuck in the past. Who sees himself sitting on the sun. Traveling from one galaxy to another in seconds and minutes.

Can someone help me. Be my helper in this darkest hour. Don't let me drown or aim deception.

Everyone solution is to do both together. Continue classes and dream of a better world.
  What they don't know is that, you cannot aim at an eagle by shooting a hawk. One must choose one or non. 
Help me. 
My eagle seeing binoculars is about to be taken from me
I don't want Hawks in my stew.
Help me, 
Please. Don't let me loose

Get me out of here.
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Written by James in portal Poetry & Free Verse

Guess what

What I want to talk about

It's what is not been talked about

  NOTHING

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Written by James in portal Poetry & Free Verse
Guess what
What I want to talk about
It's what is not been talked about
  NOTHING
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Written by James

13 Reasons Why

One special night, we sat together

At the roof top, alone, with no other

Gazed at the moon

like we were in love's weather

I thought of so many things

Not one was like the latter

Why did you end my world

That was not over?

Why didn't I let her understand

Forever, I thought, we still had

A sharp razor blade stopped that time

I kissed the sun goodnight

When she walked pass me

Her eyes, smile made darkness sprint

I fist the earth outermost shell

When she spake gently

Her words, lips made oxygen rich

I thought I over reached

When I became your friend

Stories of your relationships

Made me pissed

My heart was pieces

Yours in particle physics

Why didn't I see the danger signs?

So blind I fell, you took your life

How dare you take what's not yours?

My love for you terrified the gods

Why did I panic and walk away?

The chain reaction was built with clay

My actions solidified your cruel mistake

As I gently listen to these tapes

Reliving the moments

Of the thirteen excuses you gave

I sought justice for your name

Life is hurt, life is vain

I'm sober, yet tipsy I feel

I can't get over you

Not now that I bleed

I'm puking all over

College dreams and SAT's

Can barely feel my feet

You're still here

Like a cancer in my body tissues

How can I test negative

To a broken heart analysis?

You can't love someone back to life

No buckets of tears will bring them back

It's a mystery that science can't reply

I can't truly explain how I feel

Just knowing I will never see her again

Makes me confused

Like I used.

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Written by James
13 Reasons Why
One special night, we sat together
At the roof top, alone, with no other
Gazed at the moon
like we were in love's weather
I thought of so many things
Not one was like the latter
Why did you end my world
That was not over?

Why didn't I let her understand
Forever, I thought, we still had
A sharp razor blade stopped that time

I kissed the sun goodnight
When she walked pass me
Her eyes, smile made darkness sprint

I fist the earth outermost shell
When she spake gently
Her words, lips made oxygen rich

I thought I over reached
When I became your friend
Stories of your relationships
Made me pissed
My heart was pieces
Yours in particle physics

Why didn't I see the danger signs?
So blind I fell, you took your life

How dare you take what's not yours?
My love for you terrified the gods

Why did I panic and walk away?
The chain reaction was built with clay
My actions solidified your cruel mistake

As I gently listen to these tapes
Reliving the moments
Of the thirteen excuses you gave
I sought justice for your name
Life is hurt, life is vain

I'm sober, yet tipsy I feel
I can't get over you
Not now that I bleed

I'm puking all over
College dreams and SAT's
Can barely feel my feet
You're still here
Like a cancer in my body tissues

How can I test negative
To a broken heart analysis?

You can't love someone back to life
No buckets of tears will bring them back
It's a mystery that science can't reply

I can't truly explain how I feel
Just knowing I will never see her again
Makes me confused
Like I used.
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Give us a little piece of your wisdom. Create your own proverb or quote. This is the quote you'll be remembered by, the quote that will go on fortune cookies and quote books, so make it a good one. 50 coins for the winner. Happy quoting!
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observe...

This is what you get for making friends

                                                 ENEMIES...

The shock in your eyes as the knife descends

                                                   FAMILY...

Love gives. Doesn't it?

                                BROKEN HEART...

If you see a lady that can destroy you, she's not beautiful

only intelligent.

OBSERVE...

 

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observe...
This is what you get for making friends
                                                 ENEMIES...

The shock in your eyes as the knife descends
                                                   FAMILY...

Love gives. Doesn't it?
                                BROKEN HEART...

If you see a lady that can destroy you, she's not beautiful
only intelligent.

OBSERVE...
 



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Challenge of the Week #62: Tell us the story of Lucifer, where Lucifer is female. The most masterfully written piece, as voted and determined by the Prose team, will be crowned winner and receive $100. Quality beats quantity, always, but numbers make things easier for our judges, so share, share, share with friends, family, and connections. #ProseChallenge #getlit #itslit
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Selfie

             I have a zeal for classic  deception.  The wants of man always heads to same direction. A little tickle or stretch in time, can deliver what saints deny. I did not wear mini skirt, or look at another in the eyes. My slow whisper of incriminating thoughts, makes humanity wish for more.

               They all have a mighty conscience. An inner alarm that beats my spell. A little pressure, here and there. The streams of passion eats the bell. I'm not the lady who stinks like hell. Holding the staff  laced with skulls. Blazing fire in my eyes. Canker-worms drew from my mouth. That's is fiction. An opaque reality.

              Deceptions are like chocolate candies, all taste so sweet and promising. A chocolate candy can have different colors, red, blue, orange and so on. People are all bound with tastes. Some prefer blue, others red. The taste of the candy is all the same. The simple difference is attraction. A boy may be into blondes, while another like ebony girls. They end up on a steep bed. The flux of passion as declared. All have the same consequence. She might be a talkative. You prefer a quiet girl. All are candies.

This I call classic deception.

             No man can survive on his own. You need another for his gold. Temptation cannot be avoided. In a flick of a moment. You're alone, jobless. Those thoughts I administer, make wave to the surface of your mind. Before you say, "Curtis Jackson"

you are deep in the pit of oblivion.

  

                  I have not always been these cruel to man. My first and only love, the creator of all things we see and observe, divorced me, and sent me packing with half his wealth. He took life, and I took death. He cheated me, yes he did. Only extramarital affair according to his rules, should split a pair. But he let me go, quick, with my belongings.            

       What did I do that hurt him so? Banishing me, from heavens mighty fold. I asked him just one single question. A request a loving husband should behold. I asked him for a joint account. Let I, Lucifer the love of your life be the second signatory to your will. You and I,  would be the board of directors of these great civilization. All you have to do is approve  this bill of gender equality. That way, we would have equal rights over all matters in the universe.

               You should know men with politics. They prefer women as a commodity. Use and dump when ever they please. Every moment I cry lake of fire, hoping my love would one day have mercy on me. My voice was not loud enough, so I went into the heart of men. Convincing them to join my protest. So many Hashtag the campaign and tweeted to hell.  With Instagram desire and snap chat temptation, the  Christlike Facebook followers  are my best friends. 

            Moreover, It as been said that, I'm not omnipotent. That is, I cannot be at different places at the same time. Obviously, I have minions. As a fallen queen, my title comes with some benefits. I don't mean flashy cars, castle, gold shoes, diamond earrings. That my dear, is all part of my brand. I have demons who specify in different categories. In my organization, just like many other company around the world, we have hierarchy.

This rankings are based on the ten  commandment God gave Moses on Mount Sinai. My primary goal is to frustrate heaven as much as I can. To make my beloved husband beg for my  forgiveness.

       Lucifer Morning-star (my organizations name) is divided into three. The stealing department, Killing department and my favorite, the destroying department. To explain how they all work, I will use a simple example. Say we have a man. This man from a tender age gave his life to Christ.  The stealing department  primary objective is to make sure that man rely on petty crimes. "Pilfering" as dictionary calls it. One good example is small time gambling or betting. These demons will make all the wells of blessings connected to this man unavailable. They try to stall the angels on the way to deliver such blessings, by talking about those days when they were angels of God. Cracking old jokes and so on. The unfortunate man would be tempted to bet or gamble his tithe or offering. Since those lovely demons would have made the odds of winning enticing. After, when the progress of this department seems fruitful. Things go as they are planned. His file is emailed to the killing department.

                      Wait, did I tell you every man alive as a file in my organization. Here at Lucifer morning-star we have detailed profile of everything a man does. From his great great grandfather to his unborn generations.

                 At the killing department, the wells of blessings of that man is poisoned with low self esteem. He begins to stop going to church, he stops believing in God. When that happens, his file is emailed to the destroying department. There the wells of blessings are destroyed. Oh! I love that word. He's marked for hell and marketed to the public as  hell candidate. There are more intricate explanation as to how my organization works. For more about Lucifer Morning-star please like my  incriminating thoughts and always ask for more. We are in your mind to help.

                In conclusion, people are fund of saying, the devil cannot pray to God. Why would I pray to someone, when I know where he's. If I need anything from him, I will go and ask him face to face. They are only jealous that I have a better audience with him than they do.

           

     

          

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Challenge of the Week #62: Tell us the story of Lucifer, where Lucifer is female. The most masterfully written piece, as voted and determined by the Prose team, will be crowned winner and receive $100. Quality beats quantity, always, but numbers make things easier for our judges, so share, share, share with friends, family, and connections. #ProseChallenge #getlit #itslit
Written by James
Selfie
             I have a zeal for classic  deception.  The wants of man always heads to same direction. A little tickle or stretch in time, can deliver what saints deny. I did not wear mini skirt, or look at another in the eyes. My slow whisper of incriminating thoughts, makes humanity wish for more.

               They all have a mighty conscience. An inner alarm that beats my spell. A little pressure, here and there. The streams of passion eats the bell. I'm not the lady who stinks like hell. Holding the staff  laced with skulls. Blazing fire in my eyes. Canker-worms drew from my mouth. That's is fiction. An opaque reality.

              Deceptions are like chocolate candies, all taste so sweet and promising. A chocolate candy can have different colors, red, blue, orange and so on. People are all bound with tastes. Some prefer blue, others red. The taste of the candy is all the same. The simple difference is attraction. A boy may be into blondes, while another like ebony girls. They end up on a steep bed. The flux of passion as declared. All have the same consequence. She might be a talkative. You prefer a quiet girl. All are candies.
This I call classic deception.

             No man can survive on his own. You need another for his gold. Temptation cannot be avoided. In a flick of a moment. You're alone, jobless. Those thoughts I administer, make wave to the surface of your mind. Before you say, "Curtis Jackson"
you are deep in the pit of oblivion.
  
                  I have not always been these cruel to man. My first and only love, the creator of all things we see and observe, divorced me, and sent me packing with half his wealth. He took life, and I took death. He cheated me, yes he did. Only extramarital affair according to his rules, should split a pair. But he let me go, quick, with my belongings.            
       What did I do that hurt him so? Banishing me, from heavens mighty fold. I asked him just one single question. A request a loving husband should behold. I asked him for a joint account. Let I, Lucifer the love of your life be the second signatory to your will. You and I,  would be the board of directors of these great civilization. All you have to do is approve  this bill of gender equality. That way, we would have equal rights over all matters in the universe.
               You should know men with politics. They prefer women as a commodity. Use and dump when ever they please. Every moment I cry lake of fire, hoping my love would one day have mercy on me. My voice was not loud enough, so I went into the heart of men. Convincing them to join my protest. So many Hashtag the campaign and tweeted to hell.  With Instagram desire and snap chat temptation, the  Christlike Facebook followers  are my best friends. 

            Moreover, It as been said that, I'm not omnipotent. That is, I cannot be at different places at the same time. Obviously, I have minions. As a fallen queen, my title comes with some benefits. I don't mean flashy cars, castle, gold shoes, diamond earrings. That my dear, is all part of my brand. I have demons who specify in different categories. In my organization, just like many other company around the world, we have hierarchy.
This rankings are based on the ten  commandment God gave Moses on Mount Sinai. My primary goal is to frustrate heaven as much as I can. To make my beloved husband beg for my  forgiveness.
       Lucifer Morning-star (my organizations name) is divided into three. The stealing department, Killing department and my favorite, the destroying department. To explain how they all work, I will use a simple example. Say we have a man. This man from a tender age gave his life to Christ.  The stealing department  primary objective is to make sure that man rely on petty crimes. "Pilfering" as dictionary calls it. One good example is small time gambling or betting. These demons will make all the wells of blessings connected to this man unavailable. They try to stall the angels on the way to deliver such blessings, by talking about those days when they were angels of God. Cracking old jokes and so on. The unfortunate man would be tempted to bet or gamble his tithe or offering. Since those lovely demons would have made the odds of winning enticing. After, when the progress of this department seems fruitful. Things go as they are planned. His file is emailed to the killing department.

                      Wait, did I tell you every man alive as a file in my organization. Here at Lucifer morning-star we have detailed profile of everything a man does. From his great great grandfather to his unborn generations.

                 At the killing department, the wells of blessings of that man is poisoned with low self esteem. He begins to stop going to church, he stops believing in God. When that happens, his file is emailed to the destroying department. There the wells of blessings are destroyed. Oh! I love that word. He's marked for hell and marketed to the public as  hell candidate. There are more intricate explanation as to how my organization works. For more about Lucifer Morning-star please like my  incriminating thoughts and always ask for more. We are in your mind to help.

                In conclusion, people are fund of saying, the devil cannot pray to God. Why would I pray to someone, when I know where he's. If I need anything from him, I will go and ask him face to face. They are only jealous that I have a better audience with him than they do.

           
     
          
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Written by James

Gone rogue

I bled too deep

canoe sank neat

 pupils dilated

'felt sea sick.

I know I have a long way to go

But, the truth I follow

I deserve better than this

I know I do

Whatever politics you use

 Certainly, ain't  blue

You piped my pen

like it's cigar not hemp

God surely as not forsaken me...

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Written by James
Gone rogue
I bled too deep
canoe sank neat
 pupils dilated
'felt sea sick.

I know I have a long way to go
But, the truth I follow

I deserve better than this
I know I do

Whatever politics you use
 Certainly, ain't  blue

You piped my pen
like it's cigar not hemp

God surely as not forsaken me...
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Challenge of the Week #61: Write a piece of flash fiction about rejection. The most masterfully written piece, as voted and determined by the Prose team, will be crowned winner and receive $100. Quality beats quantity, always, but numbers make things easier for our judges, so share, share, share with friends, family, and connections. #ProseChallenge #getlit #itslit
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Pulsar

       He's never this cold. The warmth of his smile sublime dry ice. When the frosty moon bites my unprotected night, his sunny words lit my yellow soul. He's the only star in my galaxy.

   He hits me when I misbehave. Complaints and gambles my minimum wage. After his debt grazed our properties, paranoia and whiskey became his buds.

     "Your food is getting warm, won't you eat?"

He flares like a discharge of molten plasma

      "Woman, I'm thinking, let me be."

The rocks of a mountain stumbling down, his right palm like  thunder meets my face, the storm in my eyes begins to rain. He won't even look at me. It's like I'm his shadow that doesn't exist. We once did things together, trips and parks. Now, I'm an obstacle that needs to be removed. Where is that man that once loved me? He never stood farther than ten centimetres from me.   We played scrabble and chess for weeks. Every single sub-particle of moments was rich with love.

          Now, as I walk pass his favourite chair, the stench of irritation absorbs the air. Choking for attention, my wits deflects downwards. The walls of silence are louder than thousands of sirens. My head disconnects from my backbone and my sorrowful lungs. As the mighty sun sits on the western wings, my heart is set on a bow taut string, ready to dive to loneliness.

     Planetary bodies distort time and space. The heaviness of his body only pulled me away. The little emptiness I felt when he was alive, ripped wide open, as I mourn at his wake. The giant star of my galaxy is dead. His kidney exploded in liquor supernovas and left me with a black hole of devastation.

`    He was not my husband or my lover. He was and still is my only mother.

                "I love you, daddy, rest in peace."

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Challenge of the Week #61: Write a piece of flash fiction about rejection. The most masterfully written piece, as voted and determined by the Prose team, will be crowned winner and receive $100. Quality beats quantity, always, but numbers make things easier for our judges, so share, share, share with friends, family, and connections. #ProseChallenge #getlit #itslit
Written by James
Pulsar
       He's never this cold. The warmth of his smile sublime dry ice. When the frosty moon bites my unprotected night, his sunny words lit my yellow soul. He's the only star in my galaxy.
   He hits me when I misbehave. Complaints and gambles my minimum wage. After his debt grazed our properties, paranoia and whiskey became his buds.
     "Your food is getting warm, won't you eat?"
He flares like a discharge of molten plasma
      "Woman, I'm thinking, let me be."
The rocks of a mountain stumbling down, his right palm like  thunder meets my face, the storm in my eyes begins to rain. He won't even look at me. It's like I'm his shadow that doesn't exist. We once did things together, trips and parks. Now, I'm an obstacle that needs to be removed. Where is that man that once loved me? He never stood farther than ten centimetres from me.   We played scrabble and chess for weeks. Every single sub-particle of moments was rich with love.
          Now, as I walk pass his favourite chair, the stench of irritation absorbs the air. Choking for attention, my wits deflects downwards. The walls of silence are louder than thousands of sirens. My head disconnects from my backbone and my sorrowful lungs. As the mighty sun sits on the western wings, my heart is set on a bow taut string, ready to dive to loneliness.

     Planetary bodies distort time and space. The heaviness of his body only pulled me away. The little emptiness I felt when he was alive, ripped wide open, as I mourn at his wake. The giant star of my galaxy is dead. His kidney exploded in liquor supernovas and left me with a black hole of devastation.
`    He was not my husband or my lover. He was and still is my only mother.
                "I love you, daddy, rest in peace."
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Herrera said,"What is this?"

   Everyday we discover something new. At first, we thought bacteria were independent organisms. To our surprise we discovered they actually communicated with each other through a medium we call, quorum sensing. Just when I thought the real excitement of discovery was coming to an end. On my fourth tour at the Amazon jungle, in a park full of  brown-throated sloths and golden-headed manakins, I stumbled upon a Picasso.

      That day, march 4, 2017, I can never forget. After taking lots of pictures of a lek of manakins practicing their courtship dance. I sat beneath a Cocos nicifera tree. In my bag pack, I had a sandwich, chocolate bread stuffed with peanut butter  and jam. To drink, a bottle of   Pepsi. Hmm! Can't wait to get started. While the delicious meal took my breath away. I felt something moving at my back. At first, it was soothing. I thought to myself, maybe its just my reaction to such salivating meal. That movement gradually became uncomfortable. I stopped eating, took a step forward and turned to see a transparent fluid as shapeless as amoeba.It was moving from the root of the Cocos nicifera tree to a pile of loamy soil close by. At that moment I did not notice that my camera had switched to camcorder mode, and, it was busy recording that awkward moment. I took a piece of dried branch and tried to pin it down, but it ran into a hole that I did not notice earlier. In my 15 years as a zoologist, I have never read or seen anything like that 9 inch amorphous monstrous fluid . After about five minutes still rapped in shock, my thoughts became aligned. "Why didn't I take a picture of that thing?" I asked myself. The only proof I thought I had was my shirt. That guy must have put some of its genetic material on me. I pulled off my shirt and placed it in a nylon bag. My shirt, just became a specimen.

     Heart broken, the spirit of excitement that made me take pictures left me. I switched off my camera and returned to my hotel room. My aid, Herrera was excited to upload my pictures from the camera to the system. He's always excited. After some minutes of awkward silence, I got worried and asked,

                                      "Herrera, what is it?"

He looked at me with a curious smile and answered.

                              "Mr Albrighton, What is this? "

I turned my attention to the monitor and saw the video of the monstrous  fluid organism that I just encountered. My mood glowed brighter than the dog star. It was like that classic moment in a movie where  a mans life is about to change in a split of  seconds. I grabbed Herrera by his head, with my both hands and kissed his forehead.

            "This, my boy, is my ticket to the hall of fame."

I knew I had to take every step with absolute care because, I'm not the only hungry explorer in this parts. I told Herrera to spend the night in my room and begged him not to share what he just saw with anything alive.

Taking a closer look at the video, I observed something. I thought I saw the amorphous transparent fluid organism go into a hole. But what I saw in the video amazed me. The giant disguised it body shape as a circle and sat on the soil like a chocolate cup cake. To me it looked  like a hole because the transparent fluid deceived me eyes like a magnifying glass. It magnified the black spot I saw by making it look like an infinite hole. This guy is a chameleon cheat. A mimic octopus philosopher stone. It was able to this, in a blink of an eye. It was right in front of me all along. I must think carefully on how to study it, capture it. And maybe, just maybe, I would get a Nobel prize for biology.

       The next day, march 5, 2017, I woke that morning with a weird eccentric feeling. Its like I was in an action movie, where the good guy wakes up with great aspiration and fire. And in the background, a slow charismatic tune that sets the audience on an imaginative ledge. 

      KNOCK!!!!   KNOCK!!! HOUSE KEEPING!

That must be Mrs Mariana. I can identify her lovely voice any time any day. Herrera sluggishly reached for the door and let her in.

     "Senior Al-bite-ton, I see you and Herrera have been busy all night."

     "How many times will I tell you Mrs Mariana its Albrighton."

      "OK! I brought fresh towels, slippers and your dry cleaned soldier shorts and shirts."

"Oh! Thank you Mrs Mariana you are a darling. Hmm! Are those lemon I smell." 

                    "Yes, its our own locally made starch"

                 "Wow! I never get tired of hearing you say that"

           "Herrera, make sure you wash up  quickly, and learn from senior Al-bite-ton.       

           Some day you will save us from those big pockets who are tearing down our           heritage and calling it modern globalization."

        "Yes ma!"

      "Mrs Mariana, I would love some hot cocoa with ginger and six tea spoon of evaporated milk."

        "OK! senior Al-bite-ton, I'll make that for you."

She gently leaves the room and closes the door behind her. I looked at Herrera and said,

        "When will she learn to pronounce my name right?"

He smiled like always and nodded his head sideways. After few minutes of taking turn in the shower, my hot cocoa as ordered was on point. My day was ready to get right on track. Herrera in his own way was ready for my first speech about our classified mission that we were about to begin. With a giant loaf of bread on his right hand and a pocket knife covered with peanut butter, that awkward silence rang in my ears.

       "Now listen carefully, we have a big day ahead of us. First, we must plan on how each event must occur, and avoid unwanted  suspicion. We have a good advantage and bad a advantage.The bad news is, I don't have a personal lab. The person that I know that does, is a giant pain in the ass. Do you know what I mean?"

                    "Yes, I certainly do"

           "OK! I need a sophisticated lab to analyze the DNA of that amorphous  monstrous transparent  fluid organism."

           "That is a long name. Since this is more like a covet op... Why not AMT!"

 

          "No! that will surely attract suspicion. We have to cloak that abbreviation in a word of some sort. Like, uncle Sam for United states of America. It as to be close to common words used every day."

          "Why don't you take the video to the institute of zoology in London and get all the help you need?"

         "Not in these days of media apocalypse. You don't go to those guys half corked. Someone may snatch my discovery right under my nose. I need to do much more than that. Proof that it exist."

           "But, Mr Albrighton, that is a difficult task."

           "That why we are scientist. we fight till we get the result we want. If we get this right. Our names will be remembered for generations.  So, are you in or out."

             "I'm definitely in. Besides, you won't survive a day in the jungle without my help."

          "That's true, now, on the name, hmm!!! what do you think about, amtracks"

            "No! Water is a good common name for such thing. Since we know its transparent and shapeless. Pure water is transparent and sometimes look shapeless. It takes the shape of its containing vessel."

           "You see, we have just started, and you proof to be a genius already. Yes! Water it is. To the good news, of which you just did. We have our initiatives to guide on this journey. One other  thing we can observe from the video is that it was on the stem of a Cocos nicifera tree and like chameleon it can blend in with its immediate background and like the mimic octopus it possesses the ability to  impersonate. In this case, it impersonated a hole. Which can only mean that this organism is a lot more smarter than it looks."

                "We must answer the question why now? Until this moment, why haven't we as humans discovered this organism? Have this organism been right under our noses all this time. Is it a result of today activities, i.e Did it undergo evolution. Having a parent family from the group of living organism that we know or is it a complete alien (from  another planet). I'm sure much more questions will pop up as we go on.

   Your today duty is to find out all you can about the Cocos nicifera tree. Water was on it for a reason. Since it might have perceive my disturbance while I took pictures. Why didn't it hide from me. Why did it let me relax on it? Gosh... I might be undergoing some kind of change in personality as we speak. Their is about a million possibility as to what may be going on. So like I said, you take Cocos nicifera"

             "What about you Mr Albrighton, what will you do today."

             "I  will, go to the pain in the ass friend of mine that as a lab here in Brazil. And try to find out what kind of DNA sequence that organism possesses."

             "How are you going to do that. You don't have a specimen"

            "I do, my shirt, the one I put yesterday. It in a nylon in my bag pack . Thank God for forensics, I think I can salvage something from it."

        "Let the games begin..."

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Herrera said,"What is this?"
   Everyday we discover something new. At first, we thought bacteria were independent organisms. To our surprise we discovered they actually communicated with each other through a medium we call, quorum sensing. Just when I thought the real excitement of discovery was coming to an end. On my fourth tour at the Amazon jungle, in a park full of  brown-throated sloths and golden-headed manakins, I stumbled upon a Picasso.

      That day, march 4, 2017, I can never forget. After taking lots of pictures of a lek of manakins practicing their courtship dance. I sat beneath a Cocos nicifera tree. In my bag pack, I had a sandwich, chocolate bread stuffed with peanut butter  and jam. To drink, a bottle of   Pepsi. Hmm! Can't wait to get started. While the delicious meal took my breath away. I felt something moving at my back. At first, it was soothing. I thought to myself, maybe its just my reaction to such salivating meal. That movement gradually became uncomfortable. I stopped eating, took a step forward and turned to see a transparent fluid as shapeless as amoeba.It was moving from the root of the Cocos nicifera tree to a pile of loamy soil close by. At that moment I did not notice that my camera had switched to camcorder mode, and, it was busy recording that awkward moment. I took a piece of dried branch and tried to pin it down, but it ran into a hole that I did not notice earlier. In my 15 years as a zoologist, I have never read or seen anything like that 9 inch amorphous monstrous fluid . After about five minutes still rapped in shock, my thoughts became aligned. "Why didn't I take a picture of that thing?" I asked myself. The only proof I thought I had was my shirt. That guy must have put some of its genetic material on me. I pulled off my shirt and placed it in a nylon bag. My shirt, just became a specimen.

     Heart broken, the spirit of excitement that made me take pictures left me. I switched off my camera and returned to my hotel room. My aid, Herrera was excited to upload my pictures from the camera to the system. He's always excited. After some minutes of awkward silence, I got worried and asked,
                                      "Herrera, what is it?"
He looked at me with a curious smile and answered.
                              "Mr Albrighton, What is this? "
I turned my attention to the monitor and saw the video of the monstrous  fluid organism that I just encountered. My mood glowed brighter than the dog star. It was like that classic moment in a movie where  a mans life is about to change in a split of  seconds. I grabbed Herrera by his head, with my both hands and kissed his forehead.
            "This, my boy, is my ticket to the hall of fame."
I knew I had to take every step with absolute care because, I'm not the only hungry explorer in this parts. I told Herrera to spend the night in my room and begged him not to share what he just saw with anything alive.

Taking a closer look at the video, I observed something. I thought I saw the amorphous transparent fluid organism go into a hole. But what I saw in the video amazed me. The giant disguised it body shape as a circle and sat on the soil like a chocolate cup cake. To me it looked  like a hole because the transparent fluid deceived me eyes like a magnifying glass. It magnified the black spot I saw by making it look like an infinite hole. This guy is a chameleon cheat. A mimic octopus philosopher stone. It was able to this, in a blink of an eye. It was right in front of me all along. I must think carefully on how to study it, capture it. And maybe, just maybe, I would get a Nobel prize for biology.

       The next day, march 5, 2017, I woke that morning with a weird eccentric feeling. Its like I was in an action movie, where the good guy wakes up with great aspiration and fire. And in the background, a slow charismatic tune that sets the audience on an imaginative ledge. 

      KNOCK!!!!   KNOCK!!! HOUSE KEEPING!

That must be Mrs Mariana. I can identify her lovely voice any time any day. Herrera sluggishly reached for the door and let her in.

     "Senior Al-bite-ton, I see you and Herrera have been busy all night."

     "How many times will I tell you Mrs Mariana its Albrighton."

      "OK! I brought fresh towels, slippers and your dry cleaned soldier shorts and shirts."

"Oh! Thank you Mrs Mariana you are a darling. Hmm! Are those lemon I smell." 

                    "Yes, its our own locally made starch"

                 "Wow! I never get tired of hearing you say that"

           "Herrera, make sure you wash up  quickly, and learn from senior Al-bite-ton.       
           Some day you will save us from those big pockets who are tearing down our           heritage and calling it modern globalization."

        "Yes ma!"

      "Mrs Mariana, I would love some hot cocoa with ginger and six tea spoon of evaporated milk."

        "OK! senior Al-bite-ton, I'll make that for you."

She gently leaves the room and closes the door behind her. I looked at Herrera and said,

        "When will she learn to pronounce my name right?"

He smiled like always and nodded his head sideways. After few minutes of taking turn in the shower, my hot cocoa as ordered was on point. My day was ready to get right on track. Herrera in his own way was ready for my first speech about our classified mission that we were about to begin. With a giant loaf of bread on his right hand and a pocket knife covered with peanut butter, that awkward silence rang in my ears.

       "Now listen carefully, we have a big day ahead of us. First, we must plan on how each event must occur, and avoid unwanted  suspicion. We have a good advantage and bad a advantage.The bad news is, I don't have a personal lab. The person that I know that does, is a giant pain in the ass. Do you know what I mean?"

                    "Yes, I certainly do"

           "OK! I need a sophisticated lab to analyze the DNA of that amorphous  monstrous transparent  fluid organism."

           "That is a long name. Since this is more like a covet op... Why not AMT!"
 
          "No! that will surely attract suspicion. We have to cloak that abbreviation in a word of some sort. Like, uncle Sam for United states of America. It as to be close to common words used every day."

          "Why don't you take the video to the institute of zoology in London and get all the help you need?"

         "Not in these days of media apocalypse. You don't go to those guys half corked. Someone may snatch my discovery right under my nose. I need to do much more than that. Proof that it exist."

           "But, Mr Albrighton, that is a difficult task."

           "That why we are scientist. we fight till we get the result we want. If we get this right. Our names will be remembered for generations.  So, are you in or out."

             "I'm definitely in. Besides, you won't survive a day in the jungle without my help."

          "That's true, now, on the name, hmm!!! what do you think about, amtracks"

            "No! Water is a good common name for such thing. Since we know its transparent and shapeless. Pure water is transparent and sometimes look shapeless. It takes the shape of its containing vessel."

           "You see, we have just started, and you proof to be a genius already. Yes! Water it is. To the good news, of which you just did. We have our initiatives to guide on this journey. One other  thing we can observe from the video is that it was on the stem of a Cocos nicifera tree and like chameleon it can blend in with its immediate background and like the mimic octopus it possesses the ability to  impersonate. In this case, it impersonated a hole. Which can only mean that this organism is a lot more smarter than it looks."

                "We must answer the question why now? Until this moment, why haven't we as humans discovered this organism? Have this organism been right under our noses all this time. Is it a result of today activities, i.e Did it undergo evolution. Having a parent family from the group of living organism that we know or is it a complete alien (from  another planet). I'm sure much more questions will pop up as we go on.
   Your today duty is to find out all you can about the Cocos nicifera tree. Water was on it for a reason. Since it might have perceive my disturbance while I took pictures. Why didn't it hide from me. Why did it let me relax on it? Gosh... I might be undergoing some kind of change in personality as we speak. Their is about a million possibility as to what may be going on. So like I said, you take Cocos nicifera"

             "What about you Mr Albrighton, what will you do today."

             "I  will, go to the pain in the ass friend of mine that as a lab here in Brazil. And try to find out what kind of DNA sequence that organism possesses."

             "How are you going to do that. You don't have a specimen"

            "I do, my shirt, the one I put yesterday. It in a nylon in my bag pack . Thank God for forensics, I think I can salvage something from it."

        "Let the games begin..."


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Challenge of the Week #59: Modernise Shakespeare’s ‘Shall I Compare Thee’ sonnet. The most masterfully written piece, as voted and determined by the Prose team, will be crowned winner and receive $100. Quality beats quantity, always, but numbers make things easier for our judges, so share, share, share with friends, family, and connections. #ProseChallenge #getlit #itslit
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GROOM

Melinda was born in May

All who came brought a gift

Even I, came on the fifth

with the shoulder of a manta ray

It was such a lovely day

Paparazzi, even in the lift

Pranksters shuffling their cards, so swift

Caught unaware, no words to say

Suddenly, silence ceased the room

Its like an angel descended from above

My haughty shoulder became a broom

Pranksters cards gradually dissolve

Photographers frustrated, camera's couldn't zoom

I had no gift to offer, nothing, but love.

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Challenge of the Week #59: Modernise Shakespeare’s ‘Shall I Compare Thee’ sonnet. The most masterfully written piece, as voted and determined by the Prose team, will be crowned winner and receive $100. Quality beats quantity, always, but numbers make things easier for our judges, so share, share, share with friends, family, and connections. #ProseChallenge #getlit #itslit
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GROOM
Melinda was born in May
All who came brought a gift
Even I, came on the fifth
with the shoulder of a manta ray

It was such a lovely day
Paparazzi, even in the lift
Pranksters shuffling their cards, so swift
Caught unaware, no words to say

Suddenly, silence ceased the room
Its like an angel descended from above
My haughty shoulder became a broom

Pranksters cards gradually dissolve
Photographers frustrated, camera's couldn't zoom
I had no gift to offer, nothing, but love.
#romance  #poetry  #getlit 
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Written by James in portal Poetry & Free Verse

Deepwater horizon

The pipe of an oil well; sorrows of men

Web of distribution, crippled to shreds 

Jell,  that we sought for; blood came instead

They all blame bladder effect

More pressure is money; kill line is there

The stakes are tempting, lamers  beware

Families are mourning your greed with tears

They all blame bladder effect

Gas for air, flames too can stirr

Turbines and gears failed to rebel

A burst of fire equals to hell

They all blame bladder effect

For 87 days,  blow out confessed

The Gulf of Mexico; victim unheard

210 million gallons of proof, appeared

It all started with bladder effect

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Written by James in portal Poetry & Free Verse
Deepwater horizon
The pipe of an oil well; sorrows of men
Web of distribution, crippled to shreds 
Jell,  that we sought for; blood came instead
They all blame bladder effect

More pressure is money; kill line is there
The stakes are tempting, lamers  beware
Families are mourning your greed with tears
They all blame bladder effect

Gas for air, flames too can stirr
Turbines and gears failed to rebel
A burst of fire equals to hell
They all blame bladder effect

For 87 days,  blow out confessed
The Gulf of Mexico; victim unheard
210 million gallons of proof, appeared
It all started with bladder effect
#education  #poetry  #mystery  #news  #opinion 
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