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Bottle | Page | Mindful

My story began many years ago, when my people fled from civilization. They boarded great single-masted ships with a hundred oars, rowing themselves to an island I called home. As part of the nescient youth, I didn’t know the reason for their departure. The real cause of history skewed through generations, with many echoing old wives’ tales. However, I did know one thing. Constantly reminded by my mother and grandmothers, I knew to never leave the island.

The island was a beautiful place. We had lush greens, tall shady trees, and peachy beaches. The surrounding prodigious ocean unveiled the sun in the morning, shimmered at noon, and mirrored the universe by night. Our kingdom was magnificent, with wooden walls bound by flowering vines. It stretched across a valley and reached toward the peak of Gloria – the tallest of the three mounts. I loved the island and the sun-kissed people. It was home – a perfect abode. So, I embraced my ignorance. I wasn’t mindful of the past, until I found a glass bottle at the north beach.

I was on my return from a night’s work at sea. The sky was in its traditional hue of grey, gracefully transitioning to blue upon day’s arrival. Hauling my catch, I passed the bedrock by the narrow, sanded pathway leading toward the kingdom. It was there I found a corked, clear glass bottle secured in a crevice. Inside was a crisps, rolled piece of parchment. Mildly curious, I yanked the bottle free and carried on with my day.

As a fisher, my days often ended a couple of hours past noon. I would usually retreat to my wooden house – absent of my family, as their day had only just begun – to sleep till the moon clocked in. That evening however, I decided to stay up past my bedtime. Uncorking the bottle and retrieving the parchment within, I was alike a child eager for an adventure. But to my dismay, there was no treasure map. The parchment was merely a page, seemingly torn from an old diary. And though the writing was in my language, it was nonsensical. There was no message – nothing about it worth my initial excitement. Did someone lodge the bottle in the bedrock as a joke? If it was gifted from across the sea, did a child toss it in a game of make belief? Those were my thoughts.

We ate from the mouths of beasts. ran On fire. from Which the creatures of the sea have not birth. nothing We did meant anything. tangible They said it was. but Not without illusion. the Sky was more real than dreams. fear More elusive than hope. of Those who were ignorant. change Came for mankind.

We found the nest in the west. couldn’t See the light beyond. embrace The hidden jewels within. unity Of the people – we Found our treasure. secluded However, were the many souls. ourselves Beings of detached nature. from Then till now. the Creature ruled. world Was his.

We couldn’t grasps our freedom. didn’t Find the star. believe They kept saying. in Time the creature would free us. acceptance Of fate was reality. so Loss and lost and lose. we Died a many years. indoctrinated Through the imaginations of the truth. our Eyes can no longer see. young And fearless in obscurity.

We cannot live anymore. must Is only a word. arise From darkness is no man’s call. now A broken race without spirit. Leave no one ever said. the Ravings of madness in those words. ways Of the past is the future. of Many, many more. discrimination Is faith. and Acceptance is weakness. learn Not from the creature. to Live is not in light. love, Love, love only the night.

For two days, I left the page crumpled at the corner of my room. Then on the third day, I picked it up. I planned to toss it among the logs, set ablaze in the chilly weather. But before I did, I read it once more. And upon that read, I noticed something odd. The writing remained senseless – a poor attempt at a poetic adventure – but so was the structure. I was no writer, let alone poet, but I was educated. Calling out the repeated errors, I unintentionally uncovered the message in the bottle. It was a message I’ve heard before – a message that costed a young farmer his head.

That very night itself, I returned to the north beach. Along with my fishing nets, I brought the page – nestled in its glass home. I couldn’t share the truth, but I could pass it on. Perhaps another would find it in the bedrock. Perhaps more would uncover history. Perhaps then, we could change the future. But before such a time arrived, I was going to search. There was more to the farmer’s declaration. And I knew, I could never leave the island – not until I’ve read the entire book.

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Bottle, page, and mindful were words given by Vela June. There’s some ‘reading between the lines’ for this one, so do share what you’ve discovered – I hope this story isn’t as nonsensical as the message in the bottle.

Now, it’s your turn. I challenge you to use this same three words to write a piece of your own. Also, to complete this year’s 3 Words 1 Story collection, I need two more sets of random words. I know, throwing the oddest collection of words into a comment can be quite a challenge. But don’t think too hard – just leave whatever comes to mind. Thank you in advance!

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(Click HERE for a list of stories in this writing challenge.)

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100 & Humbly Improving

I started this blog officially around July 26th, 2011. Today, I have reached 100 subscribers! 

And with that, I would like to thank everyone who is subscribing. It may not seem like much to you, but it means a lot to me 🙂 Thank you!

And so, once again, I would like to thank:

 SeriestrackerMedhaMariechoule,OutofmybluesFilmfanatic13ManajonesTaymik23Samscham,  ΜελέτηLena Frankcvraider73brucewillisisaghostYummycheffarleyzoey808MoonIshjonathandallentheauthor atotw,  inksmearedfingersmimrlithAhyalokisarrow, violetstory, I am Miss Independanthiikaseyaprilslife,  doiner,  live60 tobiewankenobi,an idealist thinkerTom Phillips, bjnelson262NicoleEmberramusen,HeidiK,  MooseProductions,  Gabriel Leereneepiesradiodarknesssoontobeangel,emwatsonaddict,  cineramaetceterathestargazerdaily, samantha, jenkakio, dkhy, geeckosnickers, brittany, snow, natarshaterrerio, loulou, theclosedportal, sydney, jessicaanneharris89, alchemyofscrawl, on life and stuff, he geek she geek, katy, ryan, geekbitch, amades, donna, sean georgianni, emotedllama, karen8095, jen-louise, kirsten lopresti, sarah toriΠαναγιώτης, yeuhann, DavidMandre, wangcollin, meganstephenson, the girl whose name you don’t know, shehzadii, laurelsmusings, marie wolf, agitchi01, vinotea, mayanimosity, typefashion, summer grant, the castle hogwarts, b78ny, jannet ridener, jonnytranscend, morsmordre-mascara, Joslyn, thegabsterr, gretaalison, larryfeltonj, petehoworth, daisukibaka, uponatlas.

And of course the email subs: Doreen, Samsin, Linz, Niksact, Ryo and Agnes.

I would also like to thank all of you for your comments. It has greatly help in encouraging and making me aware that there is always room for improvement.

Hence, what I have once overlooked, I now pay attention to. See that I caps all my ‘I’s and add apostrophes when needed? That is because you did the hard part of pointing out the mistakes of someone you barely know. Thank you 🙂

On a side note, since I have reached 100 subscribers, I have decided to set up an official Facebook page. I wouldn’t call it a fan page, but Facebook didn’t give me any other option.

On this Facebook page, I intend to feature a subscriber’s blog every month, and post up links of new posts, which would help those who do not have a WordPress account but want to read my stories.

I would also upload all the illustrations and tag my awesome artist in them. Giving you a chance to tell him yourself how much you like his drawings 🙂

This would also be a platform for me to get to know you guys better, and what you think about my stories.

So, look to your right and you’ll find a Facebook like box. If you would like to ‘like’ me, please do so! I would greatly appreciate it 🙂

Once again, I say thank you, with an imaginary cardboard saying “You Guys Are Awesome!” attached to 100 helium balloons.