a simple memory, so fragile & could be forgotten 

it seems so long ago that we were there,

riding bikes in the dusty air of summertime, 

along the empty streets, & once in a while

the dogs would bark as we passed,

angry to be awoken from their summertime slumber. 

lying on top of so much history, so many stories, 

buried forever in the tall grass & sunflowers

that waved in the breeze as we passed. 

you're still there, aren't you? 

waiting, watching for me to return, &

for me to remember who I am.

sunset, lighting up the whole world 

those sunflowers glowing crimson & gold, 

and in the last moments before the sun disappeared,

they hold on to a moment of time, 

a reminder of those summer days. 

in the middle of a town where people rush around day & night,

in the middle of all those modern buildings, modern people, modern world

you still wait for me to remember; in all the golden splendor,

in the simple fragility of your untouched world, 

you wait for us to remember those summer days

that are now only memories, faded and almost forgotten. 

Wait for me. I'll come back. 

Remember those mornings and endless nights 

When I waited for your call

Those tall tales and lovely lies,

Oh, how I miss them all.

Every second I spent with you,

I felt like there was no tomorrow

But all those days have disappeared, 

And have now drowned me in deep sorrow.

You cannot leave me incomplete,

Your love isn’t something from what I can abstain

But if you were just a euphoria,

Then why am I still in pain?

Those broken moments and stolen kisses

Will I have them back again?

You were the serpent weren’t you,

In the garden of Eden.

Still everyday I wait here,

Hoping that you will arrive

But if lust was all you ever wanted for,

Then burn me down alive.

Can you hold my hands for one last time

Like how you used to do?

For all my life I have lived so far,

You were all I knew.

Hello. I am Stinky the elf. I hate Santa and want to get rid of him. I am a scout elf, living at the house of the Morrsions and they are super annoying. The one kids keeps trying to touch me, therefore killing me, but Santa doesn't believe me. I think that the only way to solve this problem and get free of the Morrisons is by freeing me, and all the other elves too, and the only way to do that is to get rid of Santa. Wait, I need to come up with the solution? Aw man, I thought you were going to help me! Okay, what if we send him on a never-ending vacation? Did I hear you ask how? We will tell him that this is the way to get a break from the cold. We will send him somewhere sunny, and he will never want to leave! Did you just say that I will need a disguise? Hmmmm... where can I get a disquise? Maybe I will pretend I am Head Elf and glue on a fake mustache. You think I'm too small? You say that my mustcache will hurt to come off? You're telling me that he won't believe it? Ugh, you are no help. I would rather get the Morrisons to help me than you.

National Lemon Cupcake Day

National Cupcake Day

Bill Of Rights Day

Cat Herders Day

National Wear Your Pearls Day

Okay, maybe it’s just me? A cupcake is a cupcake is a cupcake, I say. Granted, the flavors are different, so why does the Lemon Cupcake warrant its own unique day and a Vanilla or Chocolate, or any other for that matter, doesn’t? This could be grounds (not to be confused with coffee grounds) in court for discrimination. Something to ponder over.

But let me get to two really interesting ones.

National Wear Your Pearls Day

The beautiful result of nature’s design, one irritating grain of sand can cause an iridescent pearl to form. National Wear Your Pearls Day on December 15th reminds us that when life throws dirt our way, we all have value in the end.

Just as pearls come in a variety of shapes, sizes, and colors, so do people and the kinds of trials thrown into our lives. We create our own beauty from the tragedies of our lives but often do not see it. We devalue ourselves and as a result, lose motivation to be a part of life. Like pearls, we develop a process to protect ourselves from further damage, layer by layer becoming stronger and more resourceful. Recognizing the collective value of our strengths is like wearing our pearls.

Best-selling author and motivational speaker, DeAnna Bookert, founded National Wear Your Pearls Day because pearls represented the story of her life and how she struggled with depression. “I wear pearls as a reminder that I have purpose and value.” The Registrar at National Day Calendar approved National Wear Your Pearls Day in 2015 and its inaugural year is December 2016.

…and guys, unless you swing this way, just let the ladies have their day with the pearls.

Cat Herders Day

“Hyah! Move it! Get moving!”

Moving 10,000 cats across flat lands, over treacherous mountains, fighting off Indians and the constant harsh weather isn’t an easy job for this cat-puncher.

But wait a second! Hold that thought (or not). This isn’t that kind of herding.

Cat Herders Day, on December 15th, recognizes those whose life or job is like herding cats.

They seem cute, adorable, and innocent. How much trouble can they cause? In general, when describing our lives or our jobs, are they that difficult? No matter how organized we try to be, errant kitties get away. While we are focused on bringing three or four tasks into line, another spills the milk or creates an avalanche of problems. Before we know it, chaos ensues.

In the employment world, we might describe a challenging position or one tough to keep filled “like herding cats.” Jobs that might fit that description may include:

Dog washer

Maid of Honor to a bridezilla

A basketball player for Bobby Knight

Kindergarten teacher

Airplane repo specialist

Even perhaps become a manicurist for Shridhar Chillal, the world record holder for the world’s longest nails: ever reached on a single hand, with a combined length of 10,000.6 centimeters long. Chillal's longest single nail is his thumbnail, measuring 197.8 centimeters. He stopped cutting his nails in 1952. (this would definitely be a full-time gig)

Bill Of Rights Day

Yes, I know, I said I would just do two, but for the sake of clarity for anyone in school where this may come up in a history test, then this one is for you.

On March 4, 1789, the Constitution of the United States of America was ratified by the (former)13 colonies, and went into effect. States and individuals were concerned that the Constitution did not properly cover and protect a number of rights of individuals. The Constitution was signed by the original 13 states with the requirement, or understanding, that a Bill of Rights would be created, amending the new U.S. Constitution.

On September 25, 1789, the First Congress of the United States proposed to the state legislatures 12 amendments to the Constitution. 10 of these amendments were added to the Constitution on December 15, 1791.

Of the 12 original amendments, which ones were not approved? The original Amendments #1 and #2 did not pass. These dealt with the number of representative to Congress, and compensation to representatives. Had they passed, there would be over 6,000 congressman today.

And with the way Congress is today, I will be forever grateful those two amendments weren’t passed. We have enough to contend with what we have as it is.

More strange holidays are coming!

In a house amid the trees

A welcoming abode

There are shiny little wrappers

Nestled neatly in a bowl

Caramels, so soft and sweet

A child is sure to grin

While sitting on my nana's lap

I take the flavor in

She sets aside her knitted yarn

And holds on to my hand

She fills my soul with comfort

In the way a grandma can

Everytime I smell sweet caramel

I feel her loving touch

It reminds me of my nana

Whom I miss so much

The dispatch station was the dullest and most constricted space in their entire Collegeville office. The sole source of light was the monitors, whose blue screens were taunting their eyes for whole days; The frequent cases of migraine were only one of the counter effects. The ones with dispatch duty were considered more unfortunate than the ones with the actual investigation melodrama. And being alone in there, it was precisely one of the most magnanimous nightmares of the newbies in the force. And today, it was Michelle’s turn for measuring her tolerance.

Michelle leaned back on her chair, stretching her arms and legs, drained by the hectic workday. It was once her fantasy and aspiration to become a law enforcement officer. Now that the little girl had attained her wish, Michelle discovers herself in a question, whether it was the right choice. A cop for three years, her journal did not turn out how she expected it to be. The dispatch duty was growing more and more tiring as the days went by, and the fraudulent calls were on a spiking rise. She felt a surge of frustration mounting inside her.

Michelle brushed back her short messy hair on the sides, trying to relieve the burden of her head. She had an off-brown complexion, supporting her straight brown hair. Raised by a single mom, she was daring to tackle any endeavour, no matter how challenging it was supposed to be. And it was that same profound attachment to her mother that shoved her down into a dark abyss when she was gone. But, Michelle climbed back up in a few months, back on the trail to pursue her desire to become a police officer. And she did achieve her goal, but was it worth it?

All her thoughts dissolved instantly with an incoming call. The monitor before her had already begun pinpointing the caller’s location; the index was heading two kilometres south to Stratford Avenue. Michelle drew a quick breath and pushed the slider to receive the call. “911, what’s your emergency?” She inquired. Her deep, husky voice escaped her throat, once more in the day. Today, she was all alone in the dispatch duty, and the absence of a companion had fixed her in muteness the entire shift, except when the calls appear. It had been long enough since she last heard own voice.

But Michelle could not hear anything from the caller; It was so quiet. She could not even obtain a clue to find what was going on. Silent calls meant either two things- no danger at all, or immense danger. Suddenly, the caller hung up. Michelle gazed up at the monitor; the precise location was still not recorded; she needed more time to get a shorter radius. She slipped off her headphones and shoved her hair back, confused.

What was she supposed to do? Should she anticipate more information? What if it just was another fraudulent call? But what if someone is indeed in peril? She had to do something, and she had to do it quick. Quick decisions are the rule number one in dispatch duty; she could never forget those words. It was the opening speech she attended on the day of her appointment; the proud moment.

Michelle decided that she had to go and check; she might obtain more information on her way. Michelle could not think of a better option. Each second could save a life, and each second could kill one. She had no time to rethink. She leapt off the chair, grabbing her navy blue cap from the nearby microphone, and her pistol from the drawer. Michelle assured there were enough bullets if at all she was to fire them; Affirming exactly the six she had never unloaded, she locked the gun into her leg holster.

Exactly when Michelle seized hold of the doorknob, the signal chimed again. She spun around swiftly and launched the slider up, leaning over her chair over the gravity of the circumstances. “911,” Michelle needed something this time, anything, anything at all. And her expectation did come true, just not in a way she was assuming it to be; the caller sounded like a little girl. But her words were more than adequate to rush Michelle’s adrenaline like never before, “Something is here.”

*****

After a long time, I was able to come up with something. Thank you so much, @The Dreamer, for this challenge. Hope you guys like this one. I wrote it up as a single post for the challenge, but it ended up too long. So, I divided it into parts. Hope it’s still alright. Lots of love!

#fiction