Mr. Worde and Mr. Painte – A Writing Challenge


Note: It’s not going to be poetry this week, folks. I got really sick and am really behind on my submission for #StrangeLit. Also, I found myself rescuing a kitten yesterday (We can only foster him until he’s old enough for solids/strong enough, though. Anyone interested in adopting? We live in Quezon City, Philippines). And I’m still sick. So I didn’t manage to write any poetry, even surreal ones involving cows and chiffon.

But what I DID manage to do was transcribe and edit a short prose piece I did care of an exercise in Wonderbook, which, by the way, is a book all creatives should have. Buy a copy on Amazon or Book Depository today! Totally worth it.

This particular snippet was inspired by a weird image. I hope you guys enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it! And feel free to write stuff  based on this image too.


“Why, Mr. Worde! I certainly did not expect you to call upon me,” Mr. Painte said with a finny flourish. His scales winked in the lamplight, making his spots dance. “Did someone die?”

Mr. Worde narrowed his eyes and rubbed his chin. The cockatiels on his shoulders fluffed their feathers in aggression. “Regrettably, not, Mr. Painte,” he murmured. I called upon you because…hm. Mr. Penne was correct.”

The giant fish of imagination somehow managed to blink. “Beg pardon?”

“Have you looked at a mirror lately? Far be it for me to show regard for you, but your spots have been…” Mr. Worde sucked at his teeth. “Distressingly ORGANIZED.”

Mr. Painte let out a keening sound as he whipped his head around to the mirror mounted on the den’s door. He hopped around the fat old man of logic’s book piles and ink pots to get closer look.

“Oh no. Oh no! How could this happen? My beautiful chaos is gone?”

“Curious indeed,” Mr. Worde responded as he adjusted the perfect circle above his head. “I have never seen such precision on you. Could it be that someone is attempting to shape imagination?”

“This is not shaping! This is controlling,” the fish said with an angry fin flip.

“Control is not always so bad,” the heavyset man points out, smoothing down his vest. The birds have moved down to his elbows, perfectly balanced, having calmed down. “I am not that horrible, yes? But then you…you are not me, and I suppose it is rather distressing.”

Mr. Painte looked at him with suspicion. “Mr. Worde? Did you just imagine my feelings? And…” he minnowed through the sea of paper. “How long have you had those birds on your suit?”

“Er, well-observed,” the man conceded with a tug of his beard. “I have become increasingly fanciful over the last few months. It is like someone–a lot of someones–decided that they can forego structure. I feel so very IMPRACTICAL. I assumed it was a phase, but…”

“But then Mr. Penne told you what was happening to me,” the fish finished. “This is nothing to blow bubbles at. But what do we do?”

“Well,” a throat was cleared as gills beat open and closed. There was a moment of silence. “I suppose we have to see the humans,” Mr. Worde hedged.

“I suppose,” Mr. Painte muttered as he looked forlornly at his symmetrical spots. “It can’t be helped. When do we leave?”

The rotund man pulled his halo low over his eyes with a wry grin. And then, they were gone.

Writing Challenge 4 – 3 Things I Love

I admit it.  I’ve been putting off THIS particular writing challenge (the last one involved my fears).  It’s not because I love nothing (because that’s kind of existence really, really sucks).  It’s because I love so many things that all deserve to be mentioned in this blog.  No, this doesn’t mean that I’m on drugs.  It just means that I’m blessed with a freakishly good life.

That being said, I had to figure out a way to narrow down my list to just three items.  It wasn’t easy.

A Fortune Teller Made of Folded Paper
I had to use this origami fortune teller to figure it out. Click this image to find out how to make one (if you don’t know how to).

I managed to do it, though.  So without further ado, I give you 3 things I love:


Me and My Siblings
I apologize in advance to my brother and our sister for posting this old photo I nicked from Facebook. If it makes them feel better, I look washed out and horrible in this pic.

I love my family, and I’m not being facetious here.  I have straight-up I-will-try-to-kill-you-with-a-rusty-spork-if-you-hurt-my-family kind of love going on here.  I think it has something to do with the fact that we were all blessed with more than decent looks (at least, in our country), above-average brains (not necessarily reflected in my report card, though), and a weirdness quotient of about 160.  Each.  Including the parents.  Best of all, we’re blissfully loving and (mostly) supportive of each other’s little quirks without being saccharine – because give us the chance to snark and we will.


Book Stack
I think our home is on the verge of looking like this. Image by ginnerobot, licensed under Creative Commons (click photo to see source).

Having grown up reading almost everything I can get my hands on, it really shouldn’t be surprising that this is one of the three things that I love.  To this day, I would find myself drawn into bookstores only to emerge hours later with at least one purchase.  In fact, I don’t think I even need a bookstore to go on that kind of trance – ever since I got my Kindle and subscribed to an ebook reading group, I’ve had access to thousands of virtual books that absorb me to the point of insomnia.  Books take me to places I’ve never been before, and I really believe it made me more empathetic than I would have been without them.  Books are AWESOME.


A Black Kitty Cat
Yes, you CAN has that cheezburger. Click the pic to see more awesome black cats.

Another staple of my life while growing up was CATS.  Lots of cats.  We had dogs too, but cats hold a special place in our hearts not only because our great Aunt Panching was a crazy old cat lady (at least, the neighborhood thought so), but also because they are incredibly easy to take care of once they deem you worthy of their notice.  Currently, we have about 19 cats and kittens spread over two households.  You can say we’re out of control.  You can say we can’t possibly feed all those felines.  But we’ll show you, oh yes.  WE’LL SHOW YOU ALL.


I’d also like to mention that I love my significant other (who hasn’t run away screaming after three years of my insanity), my job (more on my job in this older post), and the combo of pretty stationery products and colorful pen sets.  They all give me such joy and contentment, even when I’m at my worst.

So what about you guys?  What do YOU love?

Literariness Under Fire?

So, if you guys can remember, I did a post last week about Literature and my frustration with its definition.  Specifically, my big problem with judging judgers who judge other people for reading what they like to read (as opposed to reading “real” books).  Please.

It even inspired Laura Ritchie to write about literary bullying on her blog.  Not long after that, I found a post by Amanda, pointing out that “Literary is just another word for asshole.”  (Given recent experience, I’m inclined to agree.)

This week, I saw an opinion post on one of my favorite sites expressing dislike for the term “serious reader” and its connotations.  If even Dr. B on BookRiot (who has a DOCTORATE in “serious reading”) is pointing out that there’s something wrong with the way reading is approached by the “academics”, then it’s probably something that a lot of people have been talking about lately.  Maybe it’s really a cause for concern.

Maybe instead of focusing on WHAT to read, we should try to pay attention to HOW we read and WHY we read.  Reading is, after all, a way of understanding the world.

Much besides, forcing a book, poem, or essay on people “because it’s better than that trash they’re reading” is one surefire way of alienating people from the wonders of a really good piece of text.  And nothing is more horrible than that.

At this point, I’d like to thank my Daddy for inspiring and encouraging my (occasionally unhealthy) reading habits.  It made reading and learning a whole lot of fun.