Worth It | Quick Piece Breakdown

Hello everyone!

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!

Alice

PS. Please leave me suggestions on what I should talk about for this week’s Noble Chats! 🙂

 

Worth It | Quick Piece

The rain poured down on us, but it didn’t matter. “Hurry up!” I shouted. “We’re going to get wetter the slower you are!” I looked back and saw him walking two steps and then breaking into a soggy jog. I doubled over unable to contain my laughter. “Man, all I wanted was ice cream, but I’m just getting wet and cold!” he shouted through the pouring rain. I continued laughing, but I got a well deserved punch. “Hey! That was uncalled for!” I said, unable to contain my smile. He rolled his eyes and said, “You mocked me! You made me look like a fool!” I took his hand and started walking toward the ice cream parlor. “It’s not my fault that you’re slow.” He pulled me as he walked a little faster and said, “It’s not my fault that you forgot the umbrella!” By the time we made it to the ice cream parlor, we were dripping wet from head to toe and shivering, but it didn’t matter. We held onto each other and ordered ice cream, sitting in a booth across from each other and shared the ice cream we trekked through the rain just to get. He took my hands and started rubbing them and said, “This was unexpectedly worth it.” I smiled back at him and whispered only so he could hear, “You’re worth the rain and the storm. You’re worth it to me.”

Automatic | Poetry Breakdown

Hello everyone!

Happy June!

Automatic

In this world, everything is automated
no need for our fragile and gentle hands
to grace the products that we own.

The metal arms pinch and pull
seal and carve
heat and cool
package and ship
print and fill
hundreds, thousands, millions
just to satisfy our needs.

The train rumbles under my feet
and I look to my left, and a sense of stress crosses their face
and to my right?
a look of tiredness masking the truest of joy.
Across from me, a man is indulged in the present day politics
while a women further down is in another dimension with music.

Stare straight ahead and mind your own business.
If you see something, say only what’s necessary.
We’re headed one way to do our own thing
just like how packaged donuts give a lasting hug after a loss
how Kleenex dry your tears after a bad day
how you work for the money
sit somewhere and work for hours
interacting with people who are kind of friends
but not really but you would be down to get drinks with
but you wouldn’t tell them about
those thoughts you have.

In this world, everything feels automated
from the “hello” and “see you later”
and the commute to and from work
and the process to get your “perfect” life
waking, sleeping and repeating the process.
Is it all for nothing?

This summer, I’m trying to build up the habit of waking up early and while I was able to wake up earlier, a thought occurred to me. What am I going to do now? I found myself browsing the Internet and watching those oddly satisfying videos. Some of them were mechanical and it got me thinking. Confession made: this poem was inspired by oddly satisfying videos. What gives! Watch them, you’ll feel oddly relaxed.

After watching those videos, I had another thought to me. We built machines to make things perfect for us. An engineer programmed the robotics and then a mechanic put them together. Before that, someone thought of a product to run through the machines. A CEO probably owns a company and there are many other managers who handle things. Someone definitely built the buildings that houses all the machines and products and there are most likely workers who do the final packing and surveying. And then, someone picked up a camera and decided to film it and viola, it made it to an oddly satisfying video compilation.

This poem is supposed to have an air of irony because of all the commodities we’re invested in, even the videos we watch to satisfy ourselves or make us laugh or cry. Everything just feels so automatic and monotonous, like there’s no differentiation from another day. And my main point with this poem is to recognize the automation and make some changes. There’s nothing wrong with it, but if everything is done routinely, what would distinguish us from robotics?

I’ll leave you with this question, Money can’t buy happiness, right?

Thanks for reading!

Alice

Origins | Noble Chats

Hello everyone,

It’s the first of the Noble Chats! I’ve run into some issues already 😦 I should’ve checked this before, but WordPress doesn’t allow users to upload MP3 files because of safety, so I’m going to link out my audio clip through Clyp. Please let me know if it doesn’t work for you and I’ll try to make amends.

https://goo.gl/lCXu9v

Thank you,

Alice

PS. I forgot to credit my friend who helped me think of the name, Noble Chats! Thanks friend! 🙂

Introduction | Noble Chats

Hello everyone!

I hope all is well with you! I’ve decided to start a new series, but instead of it being writing, it’s going to be an audio series about writing! I’ll be talking about my personal writing journey, struggles and successes as well as giving you writing tips and advice! Let me know if you have any suggestions!

I thought since my blog has started to gravitate more towards writing, having the scheduled Bible Studies would be irrelevant. You’ll still be able to find them on my blog, but I will no longer be updating them. This doesn’t mean I’m giving up on my faith since I’m still a Christian. This blog is just going to more focus towards my writing progress and becoming my portfolio.

Noble Chats will debut at 5pm EST today!

Stay tuned!

Alice

Inherently Bad | Quick Piece Breakdown

Hello everyone,

Inherently Bad

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!

Alice