Tag Archive | #Television

Why Mystical Themes Are Trending So Hard Right Now

We’ve always had an affinity for mystery. It’s one of the best things that makes us humans, is that we want to know more about the things we don’t understand. That’s why we’re pulled and swain by mystical fantasy. This is partly because we wish we could live in such a world, where magic and beasts like flying dragons soar above in the sky. No matter how old we get, the fantasy genre in novels, movies and now video games never gets old along with us. It’s a never-ending world of possibilities. We played these sorts of games with our friends in the school playground. The adult world makes fantasy even more intriguing because now you can insert kingdoms and war against good and evil. Politics and romance are the two subjects that get the most attention. You would think that since society is getting more and more advanced, that Sci-Fi would be holding the top spot in our interests. However, there are some very good reasons why mystical stories are making a huge comeback.

TV is back!

If you haven’t heard of this next show, then perhaps that’s why you’re out of the loop. Game of Thrones on HBO has sent the masses into a mystical frenzy. A story about warring factions, broken hearts, family issues and of course, dragons. It may have single-handedly brought back mystical themes into the limelight. The season 7 finale that was aired in August 2017, was watched by 16.5 million people. In today’s modern standards where there are so many other distractions and ways to occupy our lives, this is a substantial achievement. Some credit must go Netflix which airs the show on its online watch-whenever platform. There are so many characters with different special abilities and civilizations. Everyone can side with who they feel reflect more of themselves.

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Mysterious strategies

Strategy games have always been a niche that unfortunately never made it into the mainstream. It’s kind of like chess. Everyone knows that it takes skill to be good at it, but it takes too much time to learn and perhaps the pull of the game wears off when you’re not advanced in the tactics. However, smartphones have done fantasy strategy games a great service as games like Final Fantasy 15 have injected the power of the story. The characters, their mission and what lies at stake are gripping and intense. The world is in chaos but only one faction and kingdom can put order back in its rightful place. This game is an MMO which means massively multiplayer online. You can explore an entire world in your smartphone, interact with other people from around the globe and team up or declare those that don’t stand with you, your enemies. The combat mechanics are just button mashing either, they require skill to use and learning each character will put you ahead of everyone else.

Whether you want to be a queen or king of a far-away land and lead your clan to a better tomorrow, the fantasy genre supplies you with gripping stories and entertainment value. The last great mystical epic was the Lord of the Rings movies but with Game of Thrones and great games to play, a new era is upon us.

This is a collaborative post.
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The Winning Number…

Carl was tired to the bones and felt disgruntled about his job. It was mere drudgery with little pay.

The new foreman was also an ass who kept yelling at people.

He regretted dropping out of college and wished he could start all over. Girls and booze was a pastime that got old fast and with Sue pregnant with a second child. He worried.

Break time was a little reprieve, so he ambled over to the deli where the other men gathered for a quick lunch.

All eyes were glued to the excited TV presenter who called out the winning lottery numbers. Each man read his ticket hopefully.

Carl paid no mind. He had bought just one ticket for reasons he couldn’t explain.

The cashier exclaimed that the ticket had been sold in the deli.

Each man checked his stub again and he fumbled in the back pocket of his dirty jeans to find his.

The ground rushed to meet him in dead faint. He had the winning number.

© Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha

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In response to the FFAW photo prompt above. Thank you Ellespeth’s friend for the photo and Priceless Joy for this enchanting platform

Those Steamy Smooches…The Great Big Book Of Lists.

I wonder what La Duchesse Derat has been up to these past few days to send me on an assignment to declare my hot steamiest smooches of all times.

Duchess, I am beginning to suspect your back-ache with a wiggle of my eyebrows 😃😃

It’s the season of Valentine and in the spirit of love I have gone watching smooch re-runs and using the steam emanating on my TV screen to judge.

I am a Hallmark romance kind of girl and I enjoy the build-up in the entire romance, so maybe I lost focus when it came to keeping the kissing counts, I am therefore totally lost in an attempt to list my favourite kisses.

I have spent an hour and half, fast tracking my favourite romance movies to the kissing part to try to analyse the kiss department of each one and my husband is beginning to wonder if I am up to something exceptional this Valentine.

Oh well! I cheated on this one as I stumbled on some videos on YouTube about some good puckering up that I quite agree with some *at least the movies that I have seen in them.

So pucker up and enjoy the smooch videos. Now I know to keep count of hot kisses when and where they do happen 😉

© Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha

 

This Thing Called Television…Haiku

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Attractive apparatus of beguiling nature;
Young minds beckoned, cajoled, confused, deceived, taunted;
Traditions changed, formed over time.

© Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha

In fulfillment of Writing 201 Poetry Day 1: Screen, Haiku, Alliteration

#The Threesome…..

Heart-shaped-Chocolates-BoxIn shocked disbelief, I stared at the face on the boxed inset on TV. The headline news was making its evening rounds again on the local news channel. They had shown her in the morning, but as I rushed around for my morning engagements, I had glanced with vague interest at the strangely familiar face without recognition; but now, it was all coming back to me.

It was a couple of days to Valentine and I was growing heartsick and overdosed from seeing all the love shaped hearts stuck on store windows, the heart shaped chocolates, the balloons and cakes, the little teddies with their sugary messages, lovers making moon eyes at each other, even all the television channels seemed to be peddling the same syrupy valentine messages. I felt like the loneliest person on planet Earth. I was just getting over a broken passion and part of my therapy was to venture often to the Starbucks cafe tucked inside Barnes and Nobles where I immersed myself in strong cups of coffee, or chocolate brew coupled with decadent slices of double chocolate cup cakes whilst flipping through the pages of a romance where everything always ended with happy forever afters.

That day was nondescript and I couldn’t wait to get to B & N after my shift for my new found dose of romance in the pages of a book. I was starting a raunchy book by Lorelei James and I needed to see if it would be worthwhile buying it. It would serve as my pick me up over the valentine weekend with a nice tub of Ben and Jerry’s ice-cream and my very own box of sinful chocolate eclairs.

coffee and cakeI got to the cafe and to my delight the comfy armchair in the corner was vacant. I quickly established ownership by putting my bag on it before placing my order for a caramel macchiato and cheese cake. I fetched the book, exhaled to let off pent up steam from a busy but uninteresting day and settled down to some sensory delight.

About half an hour later, they walked in. I did not pay much mind to them initially, I just gave a cursory glance. I thought they were passers-by and only took serious notice when they finished their purchase and chose to seat a little distance away, yet in my direct view.

The gentleman was just above average height and would not necessarily be referred to as handsome. He looked quite ordinary with his semi-bald hair, dressed in a black woolly pullover over a deep navy jeans, blue tennis shoes and an ear glinting with a tiny stud earring. Still, he had a well-bred, well put together look, imposing in an unobtrusive way.

His companions, the two ladies were complete opposites. One had raven black shoulder length hair and was quite slim and tall. She was sensibly dressed in a cream top and black pencil skirt, with her glasses perched on her nose. Her looks were as plain as an ordinary day – but she had exceptional red painted full bee stung lips which stood out in such stark contrast with her appearance.

man and two womenNow the second lady with her golden toned skin, her layers of highlighted blond locks, and a well made up face with kohl lined eyes, was a head turner. She had a fuller face and a curvy body that exuded strength and gracefulness simultaneously . Not your typical description of beautiful, but magnetism oozed from her pores. From her droopy ecru sequined top worn over fitted jeans, to her expensive looking coach shoulder bag, nice brown high-heeled boots and the Burberry striped scarf carelessly slung around her neck, she spelt class.

After my sleuth-like observation, I turned back to my reading, but their soft talk and giggles kept pulling at my attention. The golden toned ladies dark eyes glinted with naughtiness as she threw her head back in a throaty laugh. They shared chocolate bars, nibbling often from each others fingers. A fleeting touch here and there, which to a non-discerning observer would have appeared innocent. However, from my vantage sitting point in the corner, I could see their footsie play going on under the round table they occupied, and the flexing grips of both ladies hands on the mans thighs now and again.

My ears strained to catch a glimpse of their conversation but their voices were low and did not carry far, yet their discussion was interjected ever so often with a throaty giggle and a sigh.

I tried to mind what I was reading but my voyeuristic senses had been stirred. I took discreet peeks at their shenanigans, uncomfortable at such an open display of questionable affection. I did not try to rationalize their open display. It was valentines day tomorrow and who knows?

Eons later, after liberal shares of bites and sips, and a lingering kiss planted on the gentleman’s lips by the lady with the golden tone, they got up to leave. Just as they were exiting the entrance, I watched as the gentleman gently squeezed the bum of the lady in pencil skirt and glasses.

My question as to the nature of their friendship was halfway answered, yet I wondered….

Now, right in front of my eyes, on the screen of my 32″ Samsung TV, the lady with the golden tone has just become the body bundled in a blanket and dumped on a beach in Galveston. Cause of death; asphyxiation from strangling.

Within me, I knew that I had some vital information, but I struggled with the decision of getting involved in a possible murder case. My imagination went into overdrive and all sorts of monsters started hiding in my closet.

After a nightmare ridden sleep of seeing the woman’s beguiling eyes, I picked up the phone and called the police.

© Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha