Daily Prompt: Pungent

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In response to Daily Prompt: Pungent

Sharp words reeking of

Hate punctuate my heart:

Tears flow down my face.

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Introducing: The Phoenix Initiative

TPI

 

Hey guys!

My friends and I have started a social project called The Phoenix Initiative. It is the rallying cry of teenagers against something they have to face and endure everyday – gender stereotypes.

No, liking pink does not make you “girly”, nor does liking to play sports make you a “tomboy”. Being a guy who loves to dance doesn’t make you “effeminate”. And oh, did I mention that every human has the right to cry without being judged?

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We, the Phoenixers, believe that even if we have changed a single person’s mindset, we have done something towards a better, safer world. We may not be old and wise,but we do know what is right and what is not.

We are sure that you too would have faced situations like this before. Join us. Rise from the ashes.

You can follow our blog, The Phoenix Initiative.

On Instagram @phoenixinitiative11

Like our page on Facebook – The Phoenix Initiative

We are coming soon on YouTube and Twitter.

Ciao!

Madvanthi

 

How To Deal With Disappointment

  1. Shrug your shoulders.
  2. Smile.
  3. Say that you were wrong for expecting too much, and that you realize it.
  4. Say that it is not such a big deal.
  5. Go to the bathroom/bedroom, whichever is nearest.
  6. Cry your heart out. SILENTLY.
  7. Wash your face, and think of something really funny that is bound to make you smile.

 

 

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8. Come outside, and smile again as if nothing happened. If unconscious tears seep out, you are having dust/pollen allergy.

9. Drink a hot beverage to calm your nerves. I’d recommend tea.

10. Never expect anything again. Atleast try not to.

Landing

Landing

That’s pretty deep.

Because it’s not the fall that kills you, Sherlock. Of all people, you should know that, it’s not the fall, it’s never the fall. It’s the landing!

– Jim Moriarty from Sherlock

Life.

Cruising.

Bones.

Tingling.

Blood.

Racing.

She thought it was flight,

So she flew with delight.

But she soon lost sight

And fell into the night.

Slowly, the rancid smell

Crept up her nose.

Slowly, the claustrophobia,

Swallowed her soul.

With fear in her eyes

And pain in her voice,

She was too late to realise

That she had landed in her pit of lies.

Life.

Crushed.

Bones.

Broken.

Blood.

Flowing.