The Day I Found My Mojo

Writing 101, Day Thirteen: Serial Killer II Write about finding something. For your twist, view day four’s post and today’s post as installments in a series. 

Read my Day Four post here

Mojo found his way back to me in no time, he never let’s me down! I woke up feeling like myself again and when I looked over my shoulder he was right there beside me. Coincidentally my insomnia has been cured!

Mojo bought me a box of my favourite chocolates, unfortunately I cannot eat chocolate anymore. Nevertheless I’m happy to have my motivation back, now its time to go in for the kill!!
mojo-and-chocoOh looks its Mojo and a box of choco!

Photo credit: http://about.me/julientromeur

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The Best-Case Scenario

When I initially read today’s prompt, I felt as if I was having a mental block. I couldn’t think of a worst case scenario; in fact I wouldn’t allow myself to do so. Deep down I could probably think of something, but I refuse to go there! So instead I shall tell you about my day!

I felt like a tourist in my own city! I had a meeting to attend, I made sure I had more than enough time to get there. It was going well, until I asked Google Maps for assistance. I paced up and down the street following the directions given to me. I shortly realised I was lost! I asked a passerby for directions; he asked if I had a map, then he took a quick glance at it and told me to turn right.

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There was no right! Was he directing me to walk right into a wall? I would have preferred if he had said he had no idea where it was! If you don’t know…you don’t know, it’s that simple!

The next person I approached admitted that she had never heard of the street. She directed me to her colleague; I could see he was in the middle of something, but he still offered to help. He thoroughly explained the route to me and made sure I was 100% certain of where I was going.

I am ever so grateful! I could have ended up being a little late, instead I was a little early just as I had planned!

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Best-case scenario

A Distant Stranger

Imagine you are used to someone’s presence and you can’t imagine life without them. They cross your mind throughout the day, you speak regularly and you enjoy each other’s company. Gradually either of you make an effort to keep in touch. It isn’t a case where you are too busy, something has changed and you can’t put your finger on it. You still care about them and you hope things will be back to normal. Before you know it, the regular contact turns into irregular contact and then it suddenly turns into no contact at all.

Someone from my past came to mind the other morning. It was a dream I had the previous night that triggered my thoughts. I had spent quite some time getting to know this person and we slowly grew apart. We would still talk occasionally, in attempt to hold onto what was already lost. Then reality kicked in after a while and I had to accept that things would never be the same.

"People will forget what you said, people will 
forget what you did, but people will never 
forget the way you made them feel!".

There is so much truth in this quote! Funnily enough I vaguely recall what exactly happened back then, but I can remember exactly how I felt!

How does someone you speak to almost everyday become a distant stranger?