Daily Prompt – Handle With Care

How are you at receiving criticism? Do you prefer that others treat you with kid gloves, or go for brutal honesty?

Personally speaking, I tend to appreciate both approaches, but generally, I’d much prefer it if you just cut the crap and got to the point.

Daily Prompt: Careless Whisper

It happens: sometimes that filter in our head bursts and we say too much of what we’re thinking and someone gets hurt. Tell us about a time you or someone you know said something that they immediately regretted.

I tend to do this all the time.

Well, not stuff that I regret, but stuff that I say in the heat of the moment. Moreso if I’m having an argument. Then I’m going in for a take-down, and will say anything that will cut like a knife. That’s just how I roll. You wanna start with me, I’ll go straight for the throat.

However, what the problem with that is, is that I will say something that I don’t necessarily mean in the heat of the moment, and even as I’m saying, I’m realising that I really shouldn’t be saying it, because it’s gonna get ugly really quickly!

The problem I face with this is that people having the fight / argument / disagreement (whatever) with me, take everything I say so literally, and end up being incredibly offended because they’re so so sensitive. Then I find myself getting even angrier with them simply because they’re being so sensitive, and I find it to be quite ridiculous… probably because I’m so full of rage at that moment.

It doesn’t make sense to me, so I don’t expect it to make sense to you either.

The rest of the time, I don’t really have much of a filter. Well, not when it comes to swearing. But telling people what I really think of them.. ooh lordy, that’s not going to happen. Case in point, I recently had to fill out a survey regarding a co-worker, and I was completely honest in my feedback. Hulk had a look at it before I sent it, and even he thought that it was just too honest… like, I’m talking BRUTALLY honest, and ended up helping me re-write it to still manage to get my point across without actually tearing them to pieces. I don’t seem to be able to do that. Even with my words, when I’m writing, I don’t have a filter.

I think I have a problem. Perhaps you should consider this a warning…?

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Daily Prompt: SOS

You’re at the beach, lounging on your towel, when a glistening object at the water’s edge catches your eye. It’s a bottle — and yes, it contains a message. What does it say?

I would actually just be content enough with being on a beach lazing around in the sun. If I were to find a message in a bottle, the first instinctive thing to do would be to look around and scan for potential camera crews, like it’s some kind of set-up on a hidden-camera tv show.

If it turned out to be real, I’d probably hide it from anybody else around and wait until I get back to my hotel room before I take the message out and read it.

I uncurl the paper and notice that it appears to have been ripped from a book.

I’ve lost count as to how long I’ve been here.

I don’t remember what happened or how I got here.

One minute I was on the beach with our tour group. I remember seeing people snorkelling in the shallows. I remember seeing others playing volleyball. I remember there being a campfire. Then all I recall is screaming and everything goes blank after that. I feel as though I was being dragged. I remember seeing a lot of blood, and a machete, but that’s it. But i don’t know if it was real or if I was dreaming or hallucinating?!

I woke up in this small wooden boat. My clothes have been ripped. My belongings are all gone except for my whatever was in my satchel. My shorts are stained with blood… but I don’t know if it’s mine or not? I have no serious injuries, but I do have a few small wounds on my arms and legs.

I remember that I woke up to the stench of something rotten. I was the only one in the boat, so I thought it must have been rotten food. I pulled back the canvas sheet, and there she was. I don’t know who she is, or what happened to her. I do know that her hand and half her leg are gone – they appear to have been severed from her body – my guess is that they were hanging over the edge of the boat in the beginning when they put us here, and she got attacked by a shark.

There is blood all down the side of the boat, and there is blood all through the bottom of the boat underneath her body. I made the mistake of trying to flip her over and she has multiple stab wounds to her body – in particular her throat, chest and abdomen. I don’t know whether to dump her body overboard just to get rid of the blood and this foul stench of rotten flesh, or whether to keep up hope that I’ll be rescued.

I don’t know who did this. I don’t know why. I don’t even know where I am, or if I’ll ever see land again.

I’m going to die out here. It’s just a matter of time. If anybody finds this, please help me.

Please.

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