What an unexpected story after a long hiatus! I hope you enjoyed it!
For starters, the title is French and it means, Hell is other people which was uttered by Jean-Paul Sartre who was the author of the famous, one-act play, No Exit. I haven’t read this play before because I literally just Googled “Famous French Quotes” in order for me to have a striking title that would fit my piece. Despite my ignorance, I suggest that you read it and I will eventually. The phrase is quite fitting for my piece since it deals with “the other person” as “hell”.
In middle school, I had opted to take French instead of Spanish because I loved the sound of it and I wanted to visit France one day. But while I was prepared to eat all the delicious pastries, I wasn’t prepared to digest the tough grammar. Since I went to a small school, everyone who eventually made it to the AP French, I had been with since middle school. As we advanced through French, I got worse at it and I got used to receiving grades dipping into the 30s. Yes, I admit that I had my lazy moments where I refused to study the conjugation patterns. I kept my cool even though other people started to freak out more since I knew how I learned materials best and my learning pace.
The couple of sentences at the beginning of the story were true. Someone had gotten a decent grade and cried over it while I received a reminder that I had to get my lazy-ass up to study. From there, I decided to spiral the story around my annoyance in seeing this reaction over a grade that I would’ve loved to receive. The violent instinct became the epitome of hatred. When you hate something, you typically want it to not exist. While I’m not going to reveal my intended ending, rest assured that the narrator of the story didn’t kill the girl.
The main point of this story is about academics and the short-term or long-term consequences it may have. What if the blond girl had very strict parents who would only allow grades higher than a 90? How come the narrator seemed to feel helpless about how to mediate the low grade? Why is there such unnecessary heavy burden and competition on grades? If education is a privilege, then why does it feel so suffocating at times?
I wanted to invoke a dialogue about education and how to better the aspect of learning where it doesn’t revolve around so much competition and hierarchal goals, but rather, it should involve proper interest and understanding of the education received.
I hope you enjoyed my piece!
Long time no see! I hope you enjoyed Right on Time and Ecstatic Epiphany from a couple weeks ago. Since I didn’t post for the last two stories, I thought I would cram them together in this post (that’s a tad too late — sorry!)
As most of you know, when I’m approaching a genre/subject that I’m not comfortable with, I tend to simplify it first before approaching it with further elements. With this story, that’s exactly what I did. Writing romance has never been my strong suit, but pulling real life scenarios and melding them with my imagination helps with constructing a nice story. Simplicity is bliss and that surely rings true throughout this story. You don’t necessarily need an elaborate date (while those are nice too). All you need is genuine time spent with your significant other and everyone will be happy.
Right on Time
This story is a complete 180 from Ecstatic Epiphany since it deals with life’s greatest question. Instead of having the question as is, I decided to combine it into a story about a woman waiting for a train. You would probably think this lady was overthinking the situation, but it was just a quick piece to get my feet back into writing. Even though this story is pretty straight-forward, I want to reiterate the questions I posed in the story: Is life lived for the moment you collapse into your seat or for waking up early enough to catch the train with adequate time to take a piss? Is life meant to creating priceless relationships with people across states so that even the words good-bye strikes a minor chord in your chest? Is life defined with each pain, each ache and each belly laugh?
What’s your personal definition of life?
I hope you enjoyed the stories! And now that I’m hopefully back on the groove of posting, you can expect Noble Chats on Wednesday, Poetry Breakdown on Thursday and perhaps an Unconfined Thoughts on Friday/Saturday!
I hope enjoyed my funny little story, Randal! First of all, let me apologize for the bad timing of my posts. Last week, I was traveling so that botched up my schedule a little. Hopefully everything will be sorted out soon.
No surprise — this story was inspired by a picture I saw of a duck casually sitting in the toilet. I was also having trouble coming up with a story at that time and when I was aimlessly scrolling, I happened to gaze upon that lovely duck. Voila, a story I never thought I would create, but it’s posted publicly with the starting lines I found a duck in the toilet today.
Personally, I wanted it to be a purely silly story. Instead, it turned into a story with an underlying meaning of “take it easy”. Like a little message to myself, take it easy.
Fun fact: I picked the name, Randal randomly and I was happy that the meaning of the name means, adventurous!
Anyways, I hope you liked my story!
Right now, it’s kind of chilly where I’m at, which is weird since I thought it was summer! Anyways, I hope you liked Final Words.
This story was sparked by a conversation I had with my friend about what we would do if the world was going to suddenly end. It was a pretty interesting conversation and I don’t know about you, but I really enjoy talking about this stuff.
I wanted this story to not blend in with the rest of the “apocalypse” stories with the plot line going towards rushing away from disaster with a newfound lover or rushing towards government authorities to confront the issue or to write a story about someone panicking. I wanted to give a strong sense of odd calamity that radiated from the protagonist. I may have focused too much on getting the theme out and got too excited on writing an apocalypse story that I forgot about describing some key logistics.
I purposely decided to not describe who the person was that called the protagonist because it could be a family member or a lover, but the idea was to remember even in the hardest times, there is always hope. Sounds cheesy? Sorry, but even though it’s a simple concept, these ideas tend to escape our mind when we’re in the midst of a conflict. I wrote this story kind of as a reminder to myself.
I hope you enjoyed the story! Also, please leave me suggestions for Noble Chats!
PS. I didn’t actually state that the protagonist died from the comet, but comets are pretty intense. It’s up to you to decide!
I hope you enjoyed that piece!
Surprise, surprise. This piece was inspired by my trip to the grocery store and it was pouring. The rain was so sudden and I was also grocery shopping when I was hungry. While I was shopping, I kept on seeing the same people, but I wasn’t intentionally following them. I would be down the toilet paper aisle and I would see that same middle aged woman and then I would be down the meat aisle and see the couple again. Maybe it was because I would hustle around the store, trying to remember if I forgot anything, so I would end up running into the same people.
Basically this story is about someone who somehow finds peace within themselves just by their routine grocery shopping. I wanted it to feel very routine and have the thoughts familiar. This story is full of little snippets of life from the random memory of the green bean to running into the couple who can’t decide on which cereal. Sometimes the wrong people hear your thoughts and you feel like a fool. You may not realize it, but each little moment as tiny as they are can influence how you are throughout the day. In this case, the protagonist eventually lets go of their unnecessary doubts after battling it.
If today was your last day, how would you live it? If you had one more week to live, how would you approach it? If you had six months to live or even five years, would every day be special to you?
Don’t take life for granted.
Thanks for reading,
I hope you enjoyed Worth It! It was a lot of fun to write and I feel like I finally captured the basic essence of a romantic relationship.
Basically this piece is about a couple who get caught in the rain, but eventually make it to the ice cream parlor where the girl declares her love to the boy. It’s a simple plot line that fits perfectly into Freytag’s Pyramid. To be honest, I didn’t write it with the intension to be a good example for Freytag’s Pyramid, but it just turned out to that way. I was running into a little bit of a writer’s block, but I knew I had to write something in order to break out of the block even if was going to be simple.
If you’re going to write something, I would opt for simplicity and clarity over a piece that is unclear and full of continuity. Every once in a while, writers and artists need to go back to the basics and this is just what I’m doing. Eventually, I’ll get back into the groove of concocting deeper and longer plot-lines, but this is just going to be how it is for a little bit.
Thanks for reading!
PS. Please leave me suggestions on what I should talk about for this week’s Noble Chats! 🙂
I hope you enjoyed this piece! It’s quite a different one compared to the other pieces I’m used to writing. Nevertheless, it’s a shot at a dark genre. At least, I consider it a darker genre.
I want to address something before I start breaking down because of the terrorist attacks that had happened in England. On May 22nd, a bomb went off at the end of an Ariana Grande concert killing 23 adults and children, injuring 119 others. On June 3rd, a van rammed through pedestrians followed by a stabbing killed at least 7 people and injuring at least 48 others. While my piece may appear to romanticize violence and crime, I am by no means doing so. I don’t believe that violence is ever the answer nor do I believe that discrimination is the answer either. In times like this, it’s best to united for the best interest of humanity and prevent attacks from happening.
And now for the analysis…
This piece was inspired by a passing thought of whether or not people are inherently bad. Are you born knowing how to do bad things or is that built upon you through time and experience? Are you like a ticking time bomb? In this story, I decided to go with yes, people are inherently bad especially those unexpected.
I chose the name, Jolie because it means happiness and while she was able to give the narrator a lot of happiness, she caused him a lot of grief in the end. Suddenly, the narrator felt isolated from the world and didn’t have a need to get out of his own reality as he tried to hold onto what was left of her, his own idea of her. In the story, the narrator never grasp the fact that Jolie committed the crime because he continued to use endearing terms to describe her. While the story is centered around what Jolie had did, it is more about how the narrator reacted to it.
I hope you enjoyed my piece!