Daily Prompt: The Patron Saint of Truth

Daily Prompt: A True Saint


The Challenge: In 300 years, if you were to be named the patron saint of X, what would you like X to be? Places, activities, objects — all are fair game.


The Delivery:

The year is 2315. The day began like every day since 2215. The clock chimed. The birds chirped. The voices below sounded off one-by-one. Today is. The expected high temperature is. The precipitation is. There will be no further interactions between citizens and officials until quarantine has been lifted. Please remember to wear your masks of truth, your badges of honor, your crests of hope, and your shields of purpose. The official announcement of the day is over. Please begin your day as you normally would. And, remember we have our installation of the Patron Saint of Truth at noon. The festivities can be viewed remotely via direct stream or through your unembedded mobile devices. We look forward to seeing you there.

… (Noon the same day)…

As humans, we are constantly trying to live up to the promise of our ancestors.  Sometimes we succeed. Sometimes we fall short. In both cases, the underlining goal is to always remember our ancestors knew less than us, but gave more than us, just as we are expected to do for the next generation. We are to uphold our virtues so we honor their struggles, their advancements in science, their innovations in technology, and their successes in destroying the unrestrained pride genome deeply rooted in our culture for centuries.

Today marks a hundred years since EYHCS discovered the RNA molecules completing the genome for pride. EYHCS was known for stating, “At the brink of war the cellular composition just materialized as if an unseen force revealed it all before her eyes”. She refused to accept credit for the discovery. In fact, to this day if asked, she simply states, “it was divine intervention”. No one has ever been able to disprove her assertion, so it stands.

Now, as we install EYHCS as the Patron Saint of Truth, we revisit the words she delivered to the council 100 years ago today, ending the internal war of pride vs. greed.

“Council I have just left my lab. I did not even lock the door out of fear my delay could offset the tenuous balance between word vs. deed. I was hard at work looking for the final gene to break the code on pride. We have all watched our society’s infrastructure slowly fall into decomposition from the internal war of pride, grandstanding, and false goodwill. I made a promise to the creator to never fall into the trap. I ate from the leftovers of the citizens. I drink from the rivers of the Earth. I watched our citizens turn on each other. I watched our society crumb, but we never died. I turned down the politicians’ gifts of expensive jewels, five star dinners, and lavish vacations on the greatest beaches of this Earth. It was all a guise for me to stop my research. I refused. I knew as a society we could overcome the darkness settling in our community. Late this morning out of pure exhaustion I feel asleep in my lab while looking through a microscope. Awoken be a loud crash, there it was. The genome for pride loomed in midair. I quickly transcribed the data. I checked and rechecked the outcomes. I verified the genes, cells, and molecules composition. And confirmed, our divine creator had revealed the one thing, so many people had sought to hide in an effort to propagate a never-ending war. My lab assistants and I confirmed the data is real. No longer will we eat our own. No longer will we kill our own metaphysically or physically in hopes of advancing our own agendas. No longer will a dubious “I” usurp the collective. We have unmasked the secret to restore our ancestors’ original vision for our people. Going forward, we live by our words and our actions will affirm our truth on a single value: “first do no harm”.

And so, great citizens of this new utopia, we install EYHCS as the Patron Saint of Truth. EYHCS, refused to allow pride to win no matter the compensation thrown her way. Remember great citizens of the Earth, “Some things are not for sale”.

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Poof: Welcome to Adulthood – Daily Prompt



When Childhood Ends

Daily Prompt: Your assignment, if you choose to accept it is – write about a defining moment in your life when you were forced to grow up in an instant (or a series of instants).

It began like any other morning. Wake up. Look over at the bed next to me. Is my sister there? No…yes…maybe? I don’t remember. These mornings used to start off livelier. But, all that has changed now.  Not sure if it was the first stroke or the second or third heartache scare, but life around here is definitely different now.

Just a year ago, I was so excited about graduating from high school. Everyone was there. People I didn’t expect to make it came. People I had not seen in ten years…came. Yes, life was much livelier a year ago. My biggest concern was figuring out how to tell my parents their baby girl was moving out. Then it all changed. Life postponed. Decision diverted.

Fast Forward. Ring. Ring. Ring. “Who could be calling this early in the morning?” “Hello”, I say into the old corded phone. “Yes, hello, is Mrs. Nicholas there?” the monotone and emotionless voice asks. “No, she isn’t. She on the way to see my father”, I say into the receiver half sleep. You thought there might have been a pause. There wasn’t. “Mr. Nicholas suffered another heartache or stroke this morning…” the voice begins to speak. And, I lose track of what she is saying now. My thoughts go to my unsuspecting mother. There are no cell phones to available to call her. We just started purchasing pagers. What do I say? What do I do? I look at the receiver. The detached voice is still speaking. “I don’t know where she is.”, I say. “She may be at my grandmother”, I force out my dry and crackling throat. The call ends.

My heart is racing. My mind is spinning. I pick up the phone. “Hello Granny? Is mom there?” I manage to speak into the receiver. “Yes, they were just getting ready to head to the hospital”, my granny says. “Can I talk to her for a minute?” I ask. “The hospital just called I began through a teary chest. He died this morning.” I say. I hear the confusion first and then the determination, “What?” my mother says. “Let me go. I’ve got to get to the hospital”, she says.

I stare at the brutal source of my new adulthood. Yes, life used to be livelier I think. I place the phone back on its base. So this is how my childhood dies. I can’t think. I don’t feel like talking. So I write. Your words still ring in my ear dad twenty years later, c’est la vie.

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Daily Writing Prompt – Home Turf: What 5 Things Makes My Home – Home?


Daily Writing Prompt: Home Turf

What 5 Things Makes My Home – Home?

1.) My artwork

My artwork is a collection of pieces purchased, given, and traded for in exchange for my own created pieces (back when I used to paint). The purchased pieces represent a piece of my mind, my heart was attempting to express by the visual, my eyes did see. The given pieces are representations of what friends and family members believed would speak to me based on my current collection. The traded pieces are a sweet exchange of creativity from one artist to another. I gave of myself and the recipient/giver did the same.

2.) My Blu-ray & HD DVDs collections

They allude adventure, love, action, and passion. And, they remind me even in battle there are remnants left of the losing team. Sony and Microsoft fought a good fight. Sony won the war, but Microsoft’s contribution to the hi-definition movie industry will always exist as Blu-ray and HD DVDs sit side-by-side on my entertainment self.

3.) My writing desk

As a writer, my writing desk represents stories untold, characters underdevelopment in the right brain, and cognitive intuition of plots underdevelopment in the left brain. My writing desk makes rediscovering home an adventure as I release the electromagnetic energies of the temporal lobe across my screen each time I write a new piece. My writing desk speaks to me and says, “release the rainbow”, “release the ideal”, “release the concept”, “release the dream”, “release the vision”, and I will be your foundation that carries you home.

4.) Peace

There is an undeniable aura of peace when you cross the threshold of my home. The outside world drifts away the further you venture inside. It welcomes you in and washes over you with each breath you take.

5.) Tranquility

I have watched guest gravity into a spot and literally cascade away negative thoughts and emotions. The atmosphere whispers to all inhabitants, “take me away”. So we laugh, we drink, we eat, we are merry, and we forget about the things in the rearview mirror as we focus on the things alongside the road ahead.

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