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!
I’m back and writing stories again! I hope you didn’t miss me too much! This summer, I’m really going to try my hardest to make sure I write every week whether it be a story, poem or a vignette. Hey, maybe you can keep me accountable.
This story was inspired about some birds that were having a conversation outside of my window. From there, it spiraled into this story you just read. I also incorporated my time being alone in my apartment into this character and how it can shift your mentality and be all about you.
Basically, this story is about a man who is recalling small aspects of his life. He’s basically all alone in his room and going about the day. He had an argument with his mother, but he doesn’t seem as concerned with it as he is with his seperation from his best friend and not being able to partake in different stages of his best friend’s life all because he had simply rejected him. At the end, he is shown to have some aspect of emotion when he laughs at seeing his best friend’s daughter, Belle, but he ends up crying himself to sleep.
A sad story? Yes, I’m sorry.
A lot could be interpreted from this story from friendship to depression to how someone so small could bring someone so much joy to isolation. My main idea for this story as I continued to write it from my initial sentence about chirping birds is that people aren’t always who they’re perceived to be even the darkest and saddest of individuals or even those who don’t appear to be sad at all. There’s a backstory to everything (including that flash fiction/short story).
Fun Fact: Bella means promise and beautiful, so in a way, the main character is promising to himself that things will get better somehow.
I hope you enjoy this piece!
A Nod to Life
Sorry about the long absence. Like I said in my previous post, it’s crackdown for my assignments. I have three projects, one of which is research and a bunch of events are popping up because the end of the semester is near. Well, I wrote something!
This piece is basically about the perils of life and how it can strike you down time and time again, but the simplest gift, but the hardest thing to realize is that you’re still alive and you still have chances. I made this piece full of reflection and quick images that prove a point and no more than that. In the timeline, none of these circumstances are any that you would like to find yourself in, more or less be involved in all of them throughout your life. In a way, it’s the worse case scenario.
This is a sad story, but the man made it to 30 years old and possibly more. There is always a possibility and presenting chances. It’s up to you and whether or not you decide to grab the opportunities and make the best out of them. Now, these opportunities may not be obvious and sometimes you have to look a little deeper to find it, but there are always chances. I don’t know about you and your stand point, but I believe that everyone deserves a second chance even those who have wronged me.
We all make mistakes, some great and some small, but in the end, they shaped our end result. Yes, I believe that everything happens for a reason and that nothing is ever wasted. From your failures, you’ll learn to not take that path and work harder towards the successes. From your complacency, you learn empathy. From your indifference, you’re taught the gift of sympathy and how it’s very necessary in human nature.
Well, I hope you learned something from my piece and I hope you enjoyed it!
I wrote this piece at 3 in the morning when I was hit with a bought of insomnia. Surprise! I didn’t write about sleep. Instead, I wrote about a break-up in a relationship paralleled with rediscovery. When I was forming the story, I had no idea where I was going with it, but the more I wrote, the more direction I had.
Basically, this story follows a guy named Gabe who had recently broken up with his girlfriend and it really affected him. There was the questionable methods of if Gabe was going to try and win her back and as the story progressed, he didn’t attempt to pursue her again since he recognized his faults in the relationship and doesn’t think that she would want him back. The story follows a series of flashbacks leading up to the decision of Gabe fulfilling Melly’s wishes to see the sunrise from the mountains. It’s a simple notion of being a couple and sharing dreams which was what separated them.
At the end of the story, Gabe hears a voice that could either be Melly or an indication of him moving on. To be honest, I wrote it with Melly in mind.
I really enjoyed writing this piece because not only was it very emotional, it was a good balance between plot, dialogue and description. I built up more on this story based on my experience with a mountaintop sunrise. Last summer, I had the chance to go to Acadia, Maine with my family and climb Cadillac mountain and watch the sun rise. We were at the same level of the sun rising so it was gorgeous.
A better view of the sunrise including the islands
Well, I hope you enjoyed this story!
A Sense of Falsehood
About a year ago, I asked my friend what I should write about and he posed “fake”. I tried to write on this subject, but it always came out too straight forward for my liking, so I kept it in the back of my head. When I decided to write the story for this week, I found my inspiration.
This story revolves around a woman named Dawn and her boyfriend named Nate. On the first glance, they seem like a compatible pair, but things kind of change towards the end of the story when Nate doesn’t completely console Dawn and Dawn doesn’t even want to communicate with Nate. Their truest selves only emerged not with each other but rather when they’re by themselves.
I wanted the message of this story to revolve around the title, a sense of falsehood. We’ve all had moments when we weren’t our complete selves. Personally, I only show my true self to those I’m very comfortable with and I don’t really feel the need to show it to professors or acquaintances of mine. I guess it’s because I think that there are aspects of myself that would be more appropriate to be known when we’ve reached a level of trust. Yet, people who aren’t aware that I do this or don’t catch on to this may think of me with some level of arrogance, almost as if I’m holding something back only for myself. This is also something that we could keep in mind when meeting someone for the first time. It’s interesting how first impressions are and are not the best representation of someone, but we’ll talk more in depth about this another time.
What do you think? Are there moments when you have a sense of falsehood more so than other times? Let me know in the comments!
Thanks for reading!