First Blogaversary

Happy Blogaversary to Me! 😀

Realist Rebel’s Perception completes one year. Cant believe its been a whole year! 2nd Jan 2015, the first post on this blog was made. I have made it this far somehow, a big thank you to all my readers and also a very happy new year 2016 to everyone. 🙂 🙂

Although I know I have not been active since September so feels like I gotta start afresh. But the first 6 months on this blog were a great big experience that I’m gonna cherish forever.

Looking forward to resume my journey here and hopefully will manage to entertain you guys a bit as well (if I get over my writer’s block!).

Until next time,

Much Love, 

– Realist Rebel ❤

 

The Danger Sign – Scene 7 (Finale)

Links for previous scenes:
Scene 1, Scene 2, Scene 3, Scene 4, Scene 5, Scene 6

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The Danger Sign – Scene 7

Then he reacted in the most unexpected way….
He let out a sigh and smiled. “Well, that’s not an issue… I …”
“Don’t say you’d quit. Its still not gonna work out.” I didn’t let him finish. “You have the tendency to be a smoker again. Will always have….”
“Oh my, Elly, Elly Elly…. will you ever let me finish my sentence?!”
I stared at him silently, then to my surprise, he held my hands in the cutest way possible….
“Ok see here’s the thing…”
I didn’t let him say anything else and continued… “These are burn marks, this bandana is a camouflage, this is because of a cigarette…when i was little…” I was about to break down with a choke when he leaned in and kissed me….
“So you said you like me?” he asked, wiping my tears carefully.
“Huh?” I looked at him in awe.
“Well I like you too. I like you too much…”
“But….”
“Yeah, but I cant quit smoking for you either…” This time he cut me.
“Right. Lets just forget the whole thin….”
“I cant quit because I never started!”
“Wait, what??!!”
“Ha ha, that’s why I keep saying, lemme finish my sentences before jumping to conclusions or anticipating what am gonna say…”
“Ok just don’t say it coz i said all this…”
“No. I swear. Trust me.”
“But i saw that ASH TRAY!!” I said pointing to that bloody thing lying on the stupid table.
“OMG Elly. That belongs to my roommate!” And those were the most magical words I ever heard!!!! At least on that day!! In excitement I forgot my ankle pain and hugged Kai…
“Thank you! Thank you for not being a smoker.”
“And I never will be. I promise.”

I was relieved but decided to tell the entire story to him, just because I thought he should know. He was shocked to know the entire truth and finally managed to say, “I wish I was there that day. I would have definitely kicked that guy’s ass!”, mostly to cheer me up.
“Yeah right! You would also have been a little kid just like me Kai! But there’s one more thing. Apart from this burn mark, there is another one. When that guy slapped me, he was holding the cigarette in the same hand. And perhaps accidentally it burned my face a little. So there’s this teeny tiny mark just below my left cheek…”
“It’s not even noticeable.” Kai said when I tried to show the faint discolored line on my face. Then he continued… “I hate cigarettes as much as you do, believe me. Not many people know, I lost my father because of this. He fell ill and nobody could convince him to quit smoking. I still wish I had tried more….”
“Hey, I had no idea. M sorry. M sure you did your best.” I managed to say this much, when really I was so shocked and sad to hear his side of the story.
“And you… you are beautiful. You are flawless. Always remember this. I like you as you are. These things don’t bother me. And you know what.”
“What?”
“You should get a tattoo over your wrist, and then you can flaunt it. You should be proud of everything you have.”
“I think I should be proud of you as well, Kai.”
And we couldn’t stop smiling.

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*Epilogue*

This marks the beginning of Kai and Eliza (Elly). 
Just another untold, unheard story out of the many out there, being written by fate everyday.
Elly realized, not every person turns out to be a bad guy. You just need to let go of prejudices.
Kai realized physical beauty is not everything. There are much more important things in life.
Both feel that their hatred against smoking should be turned into something meaningful.
They plan to join anti-tobacco and smoking hazard campaigns in the near future.
Kai would start with convincing his room-mate to quit.
Elly doesn’t think about that incident from her childhood so often anymore.
Kai too is slowly trying to let go of what happened. Elly is helping him to forgive himself. She says no one was to be blamed for his father’s death. Perhaps he is in a better place now; free of all the suffering.
 
People can surprise you beyond imagination. Just give them a chance and see.
Kai and Eliza surprise each other everyday.

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What do you think about the story?
Comments / feedback / constructive criticism welcome.

Thanks for reading. ❤

Classic Bob Everyday

“Beautiful day to walk in the garden.” Bob seemed to think when he jumped up at me at 6 in the morning. Bob likes to give surprises as much as he loves to receive them. Bob who? Oh I didn’t tell you? Bob is my dog. Bob is a sweetheart. We got him from the pound. Everybody there used to call him that so we decided we will keep the name. He loves to hear his name too.

“Ok ok I’m up. Stop making a mess Bob.” At last, I gave in. “Don’t know what possessed this dog today, so much energy?” I thought.

“Out of the room now. I’m coming. Stay away from the study table or else you’ll spill the ink…” And it’s already done.

Bob ran out of the room; he knew he would get a scolding otherwise.

10 minutes later, I had to let him out. He was continuously barking at the door and the window alternately.

Must be the mail man. Bob hates that guy. Once he chased the mail man around the block for an hour. The mail man wears skates now.

I let him out and then went to the kitchen to get some food for both of us.

Thankfully there were some left over pan-cakes. I reheated them and ate them with maple syrup.

“Better wash this plate or else Bob would come looking for it.” I told myself.

After taking some dog-food for him, I went outside to check the mail box. But it was empty. And Bob was still barking at frequent intervals.

“Look at you sitting here comfortably. Why are you barking at the tree? Yeah you wont tell I know. Classic Bob.”

After looking around a bit, I finally spotted a Blue-Jay bird sitting on the middle branch.

“Oh boy! That bird is so gorgeous! Been a while, haven’t spotted one of these in a long time. Come on Bob, leave the Blue-Jay alone. The poor bird will not steal your food!”

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Ok, time’s up. Otherwise, I was gonna tell you about The Big Bang Theory Episode where Sheldon is afraid of birds (Blue-Jay was at his window.) Sheldon tried to scare the bird away by making cat sounds and drawings. Then tries to keep it as a pet but it eventually flies away.

In this story, I was gonna tell you, Bob would have been compared to Sheldon, which Bob doesn’t like and when he is still not able to scare the bird away, I would have said: “I knew I should’ve gotten a cat.” 😉

Yeah, and Bob Cat sounds so much better than Bob Dog, doesn’t it? 😀

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In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “A Dog Named Bob.”
Challenge: You have 20 minutes to write a post that includes the words mailbox, bluejay, plate, syrup, and ink. And one more detail… the story must include a dog named Bob.

The Danger Sign – Scene 6

The Danger Sign – Scene 6

*Present Day – At Kai’s Apartment*

Some scars are invisible, some vanish and some will never leave your body. They will always be an ugly reminder of the past you wish you never had. Those scars will never go away. Neither from my skin nor from my mind.

That burn mark still rests on my wrist; carefully hidden behind a watch or a wrist band or sometimes even a stupid bandana.

” I shouldn’t stay here.” I told myself whilst coming back to senses after reliving the horrific incident for the n-th time. “How come I didn’t know? Damn it. He never smoked in front of me. I gotta get out of this place.”

On the way out I tried to kick that side table where the ash tray was still sitting, but I missed and slipped a bit, ended up twisting my ankle instead. “Ouch!” I almost shouted,  trying to scuff out of his apartment anyway…. lost my balance and fell on the floor.

“Hey, whoa! Stop!” Kai came running back…. “Hey Eliza, are you all right?!”

He knelt beside me. “Does it hurt real bad?”

“No I was just shouting to check if my vocal chords work fine.” I replied.

He chuckled. “Looks fine to me” he tried to examine my ankle.

“Ouch! Hey don’t!” I said, gently slapping his hand away.

“Wait.” He got up and went inside again, came back with an ice pack.

But I was already up by then. “Goodbye Kai. I cant stay. I have to go. Please don’t call me….”

“Whaa… Hold on….stop a sec. What’s this about?” He gave a puzzled look.

“I can’t be with you. You should have told me before.”

“Could you please sit down and tell me what should’ve I told ya, and then we’ll see?”

“I cant, just lemme go.” I stepped out, almost limping, was about to fall again…

He came from behind, grabbed me in his arms and rescued me from falling…

Well almost! He fell himself, and I fell on him. We ended up laughing…. Ten seconds later, I looked at him, and a tear rolled down my cheek….

He took my face in his hands… looked me in the eye and whispered, “Hey. M getting worried.”

“M sorry Kai. I cant do this. I really like you, but we have to end things. I cant be with a guy who smokes.”

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Links for previous scenes:
Scene 1, Scene 2, Scene 3, Scene 4, Scene 5

Scene 7 (the last and final installment) : Will be posted within 2 Weeks.

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The Monthly Ketch-Up

Hello there!

How have you been? I’ve been missing writing for my blog so so much! Feels so great to be back! ^_^

Finally time to do The Monthly Ketch-Up aka Catch-Up of my blog yet again. Like every month, this is gonna be sort of a recap/throwback/flashback of the blog posts I made last month, so that you all can enjoy these posts again or catch-up on those you missed.

Let’s start! 🙂

The Monthly Ketch-Up : May 2015

The 5th month of this blog, and for me it’s been that long of being a blogger. Wow! Well, to begin with, this month I have been a bit lazy or laid back you might say. But sometimes a break is good. You never know, it might turn into some research and stuff too. 😉

Right now, I’m steering clear of all the stats, hardly had a few posts last month. But few turned out well. 😉

Most Popular of the Month

Obviously begin with the best. 😀

The Only Choice : And it’s a flash fiction story written for MFtS challenge. Honestly, this is my favorite too. It almost has all the elements. Well, almost. 😉 You can read and decide yourself.
What is happening in the life of Amaya – the mysterious girl on the beach…

Another flash fiction story for the same challenge

Captain Chronicles : All aboard the ship. Something is fishy. Find out what is bothering the Captain!

More Fiction:

The Danger Sign – Scene 5 : Well this was the 5th installment of the series. But the last one with the flashbacks. Confused? You can always start at the beginning. 😉

Poetry

This month only one poetry post. Not fair, eh? Ok, will do better next month.

Cycle of Recycle : Written for Poetry101Rehab this one is a little tricky. Recycle or Reincarnation or something else? Do find out and read the poem!

Movie Review

You’re Not You (2014) : The movie truly moved me. It’s about an ALS patient (played by Hillary Swank) and her unique bond with her care taker. Very inspiring.

Other:

Friendships, Feelings And More: My Perception on different type of friends and Friends’ Relationships; Emotional or Philosophical stuff:

And,

Surprise:

So I talked about a surprise in the last Ketch-up and here it is!!

Smile For Me Baby – (My First Song) : Title explains all. I call it a song rather than a poem since it felt like one and I was sort of singing it out while writing. 😀 So yeah, my first song indeed! I have no idea why I wrote it or for whom, but I just did. Hope someone smiles after reading it! 🙂

For This Month :

Alright people, this was it. For June, expect the final two installments for The Danger Sign, maybe a few more stories and poems.

Keeping it short and sweet.

See you next month,

Keep Reading,

Enjoy

Much Love, 

– Realist Rebel ❤

The Danger Sign – Scene 5

The Danger Sign – Scene 5

*Flashback continues*

The man came closer to me, full of anger.

I cried and cried and cried.

No one came to help. No one came to my rescue.

The man put his hand on my mouth. I tried to shout. I tried to escape, but he grabbed me, still holding the cigarette. Still lit.

I wanted to push that man aside. Wanted to grab that thing out of his hand and throw it away.

It was causing all the trouble.

I wanted to break-free. My tiny little hands were of no use. The gigantic man, with his huge dirty hands, was almost choking me.

I panicked. The smoke had filled the entire stairwell.

“Alright you puny noise-maker, I don’t have any more patience for you. just be quiet now. Promise me you wont shout and wont tell anyone ’bout this (holding up the cigarette), and I’ll let you go.” He finally said with indifference.

Maybe I didn’t listen or didn’t comprehend it soon enough to react, or was just too scared to react at all…..

I had to scream. I screamed my lungs out.

It was the only thing to do in that situation for a little girl who was scared to death.

*Ker-Chack*

Right across my face.

I knew it was coming.

I knew he would hit me.

But I never anticipated, what came next…..

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Links for previous scenes:
Scene 1
Scene 2
Scene 3
Scene 4

Scene 6 – Coming Soon…

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Friendships, Feelings And More

“It’s all about Trust.
Sharing your feelings with friends…
To say or not to say???”
– Realist Rebel

There are many friendships which go way beyond the usual hunky-dory hang outs and chilling together. Most people are of the category who have back-ups for their necessary outgoing “social life”. Can we really call them “friends”??

Maybe those are the kind who are known as a “fair-weathered friend”.

There is another kind. Who come a little far from the previous type. The expression “a friend in need is a friend indeed”, probably got inspired from them.

And then there are some, very rare species these days, friends who have a connection. A real one. Who can really understand what the other is saying or not saying. Such friendships, if found, must be treasured for life.

Some people talk a lot yet say very little. 

They will go on and on, just incessantly blabbering away about everyday nothings and never truly reveal what they are feeling. Such people are either hiding something or they don’t trust you enough to talk about personal stuff.

Some people talk less yet manage to say a lot.

They remain quiet usually. But when they talk everything makes sense. They wont directly reveal their feelings but if you listen closely, you might just be able to figure out.

Yup there are other kinds too. Talk and say a lot at the same time or do neither!

Well, the neither case would be extreme but, you never know… Some people just prefer to remain silent altogether. Usually they do it around the people they don’t trust at all. Not even a bit.

And then there are people who are a mixture of the above mentioned types!!

Maybe I’m the mixture kind! 😀

But honestly, I feel this has got more to do with the person I’m talking to rather than what kind of a person I am, which decides how and what am I gonna talk about with them.

eg. I will truly reveal my feelings (most of it) only when I trust the other person and believe that they really care and bother to hear me out! (And not because they need some material for gossip…yeah BEWARE of THAT type! Seriously.)

I don’t know if that’s the right thing to do or not, maybe it’s right for me or whatever! But this is what I do, this is what I am. I trust my gut feeling and instincts or intuition or anything you wanna call it, and just go with it.

When someone shares their feelings, I respect that person and if they are telling something in confidence (like a secret), never ever break their trust.

I love my friends (the few true friends I have) and I really do treasure them.

When they tell me how they feel (however direct or indirect) it feels good that they trust me. And when I share my feelings, it feels good that I have someone who cares.

Cheers to friendship!

I hope everyone has a friend they can be themselves with.

And is the same type as you are! 😛 (You should be so lucky!!)

Much Love,

– Realist Rebel ❤

The Monthly Ketch-Up

Greetings to all the amazing people reading this.

It’s that time of the month again! 😛

I’m talking about The Monthly Ketch-Up aka Catch-Up of my blog. This is to catch a glimpse of the previous month to see what all I did and wrote about.

Keep reading if you are interested to read some poetry, flash fiction and even some humorous posts….maybe one or two philosophical ramblings as well….

Let’s begin the show!

(PS: Color code for links: All blue and red highlights are definitely links to the mentioned posts and categories. Click away! Happy Reading. – The main purpose of this catch-up!)

The Monthly Ketch-Up : April 2015

The 4th Blogging Month. Had been quite slow. I almost disappeared after doing the last monthly Ketch-Up, which I shouldn’t have! I apologised for the same, stating reasons, with the post Uncharted Territory. Also another reason was I couldnt keep up with the Writing 101 course….well reasons, again. I hope to do it the next time… Life is so unpredictable. Whatever we think will happen, almost never does. Hmph.

So anyway, about the stats.. !5-16 posts as usual… Just today touched the 150 follower mark and total 700 likes…. 😀

Well thank you all. Each and every one of you. You rock. ❤

On that note, I would love to get to know my readers better. And like you know me through my About Page, I would like to know you or hear from you through my very New Contact Page. So if you don’t feel like sharing through comments, you can easily talk to me through there. Waiting to hear from you. 🙂

Most Popular of the Month

Seems to be a tie! Both are poems, coincidentally written for the Poetry 101 Rehab hosted by Mara Eastern. She gives such great prompts which inspire to think and write better. 😉

Find Your Flavour : Very flavour-full surprising poem for the prompt ‘Sugar’. Has all the sugar and spice you need! Do taste! 😀

No. Just No. : That’s just the title! This poem deeply reasons why the word “NO” should or shouldn’t exist in the world!

Closely following in popularity were the fiction posts:

The Follow Game : It was a flash fiction story written for the challenge ‘Monday’s Finish the Story’. The first line was provided: “They followed the buffaloes and their babies along the trail heading into the woods.” Read the story to know more! 

The End…? Part 2 : Well everybody liked the first part of the story too. 😀

A to Z Acrostic Poems

1st edition: A to H 

2nd edition: I to U

3rd edition: V to Z

More Poetry

The Show Must Go On : Even with a broken heart….

The Road Ahead : Don’t look back,  good things await.

Silly Poem (Yup, poems about the elements of nature)

Part Nine: My First Haiku – Flowers 

Inspirational and Philosophical

Truth Behind “Moved On”: Pretty self-explanatory. But mentions the crucial things most people tend to overlook.

Big News!

So in the month of March, I took part in the 50 word story challenge, hosted by Cynthia Franks. Wrote 5 stories for it.  And guess what? One of my stories got the tag of “Best story of the month”!! How cool is that! 😀 And another got 3rd place and rest got special mention too. Check out the post which mentions all this on Cynthia’s blog.:

50-word Story Round-Up March 2015

Again, thank you Cynthia. 🙂

So the story which got ‘The best of the month’ tag “The Danger Sign”, on popular demand I decided to write the story further. Check it out:

Scene 1 (The Danger Sign)

Scene 2

Scene 3

Scene 4

Saved the best for last

Ice-breaker : This one’s surely gonna crack you up a bit! It was written for a daily post writing prompt: “Fearful Symmetry.” 

For This Month :

Few more scenes of The Danger Sign. Following parts of The End…? series. And of course more and more poetry to watch out for. With some surprise elements as well. Keep a close eye on this blog for further amazing stuff.

Gosh, I’m tired now. Gonna get some rest and meet you guys after a break!

Until Then, Stay Tuned,

Keep Reading, Keep Exploring.

Much Love, xo

– Realist Rebel ❤

Ice-breaker

I’m thinking about which letter to choose.

It took a while for me to realise the choice has already been made!

I’m kidding.

I realised it sooner. 😀

It was obvious. (even the last line starts with I automatically, you’ll see.)

I is probably the most probable letter to be chosen for this stupid prompt.

I mean, seriously, what were you thinking?!

I’m kidding again!

It’s a great prompt.

It just made my day.

If only I could make a better post with it.

I will work on that.

It doesn’t make any sense now?

I know.

It’s been a pleasure talking to you.

Interesting choice of words.

Indeed.

Inability to start the sentence with big words?

Inaccurate.

I think…

I proved my point.

I surrender.

Incessant, meaningless monologue/chatter ends…?

I feel your pain after reading this too.

Idea for the ideal ice-breaker….

Ice-breaker?

I doubt, but it was not so bad.

Ideal?

I don’t think so!

Idea failed? 

I gotta go.

It’s been a pleasure. _/\_

I had fun, let’s do this again!

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In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Fearful Symmetry.”

The Danger Sign – Scene 4

The Danger Sign – Scene 4

*Flashback continues*

It was dark. I couldn’t see. I don’t remember also. But I didn’t know the man, I think. I didn’t even see his face clearly, I could only see an orange spot like light coming from a strange thing in his hand…. It shone bright in the dark, and it took me a while to realise that that orange light was something on fire. It was a burning stick which was the source of the very uncanny abusive white fog like cloud smoke, which I had followed.

Yes, I was so young at that time, I didn’t even know what a cigarette was. Or maybe I had never seen it before in real life. Naive. Innocent.

There I was. In the dark. Scared. Alone. Crying. In some stranger’s place….

The man signalled me to be quiet. I began crying aloud. He again signalled threatening to slap me if I didn’t shush down. It scared me even more and I cried even louder.

The man lost control and temper and maybe his senses too. Or maybe he was already high on the tobacco or nicotine or whatever nasty thing that burning stick holds….

He might have been drunk too, how was a little kid supposed to know?

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Links for previous scenes:
Scene 1
Scene 2
Scene 3

Scene 5 – Coming Soon…