Clue-less

First, I got it from the way she smiled at me. That diabetic-inducing smile. I just couldn't get it of my mind. You see, you wouldn't get to see her smile that often, which made it even more sweeter.

Then, I got it again. This time, in a form of a lovely birthday gift. A token of friendship, she said.

They say, third time's the charm. That's when she asked me to help her with her English. I blushed. She smiled. I said yes. She smiled. I thought I'd die of pure bliss.

So, the next day, I mustered all my courage. I gathered all my might. I wore my lucky shirt. I asked her, "Would you be my girlfriend?" She smiled and said "But I already have a boyfriend.I thought you knew that".

Yeah... so much of me reading into 'clues'.


Moral of the story: Boys just don't get girls... Maybe we've got to man up first :)

Hehehe... my first attempt at writing short story. I got introduced to this blog: oneminutewriter.blogspot.com and I found it very helpful in pushing me to write something. This time, the prompt word is CLUE. So, please comment on it,and help me become a better writer. Thank heaps for reading :)

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Elephant's Memory

Once there was a little baby elephant,

sad and alone, just like an orphan.

He was trapped, in one big circus.

He was weak and really helpless.

His four legs, tied thoroughly tight,

couldn't escape, even with all his might.

Four ropes tied to four stakes so firmly,

hammered to the ground, really sturdy.

But he didn't give up he kept on struggling,

till after a year, he finally stopped trying.

Years passed by, he's no longer a baby,

He grew up big, so strong and healthy.

The ropes were now tied just loose, really!

And the stakes were no longer, planted firmly.

But because he has elephant's memory,

his mind tells him he couldn't break free.

If only he would try, and move forward a bit,

He'll realise he's wrong, then he can succeed.

Faisal Abdullah(c) 

Note: This would be my first time sharing my own poem with the readers of my blogs. Some of you might have realise that I have another blog, FirusAzali purely just as an archive for all my written works, including the silly ones. I am sharing this poem because I felt that it is like my first real piece and I want to share it with people who would appreciate it. So, I hope you like it, ... or not. Comments and criticisms are really welcomed. Thank heaps for reading.