Right on Time & Ecstatic Epiphany | Quick Piece Breakdown

Hello everyone,

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!)

Ecstatic Epiphany

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!

Alice

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Right On Time | Quick Piece

Under the quick hustle and bustle of the train station, she found her mind resounding with minimal thoughts. Did it bother her? A little. She was supposed to be thinking about the weight of each step hitting the linoleum floor and if her gaze would meet the bus drivers with a brief exchange of their stories. She looked down to check if she still had her bags with her and they were still clutched in between her sweating palms. Her shoulders ached, but with each minute that passed by, her feet moved faster. She weaved in between mothers pushing their children in high-tech strollers and couples holding hands. Somewhere inside of her empty thoughts, her soul ached for something more tangible than chasing the time and constantly darting through busy train stations. 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? A smirk slipped onto her face and she nodded quietly to herself as she handed her ticket to the bus driver and boarded the bus, her eyes quickly darting around for the ideal window seat. She closed her tired eyes and a single thought entered her mind — The only time limit is fear.

PS. I hope y’all didn’t miss me too much!

Update | August 11, 2017

Hello everyone,

I think I should explain to you all why I’ve been absent for nearly a month.

All is well, I’ve just been very busy in the summer and trying to make the most of my time. I enrolled in three classes to ensure that I would graduate on time and they all finished today, one of which was my internship/capstone class, so you could imagine that I was pretty frantic all month to make sure I had all my pieces assembled. I’m finally finished! All that’s left of my capstone is the presentation that’ll take place in September.

I’ve also been traveling quite a bit, once a month to NYC and on top of that, I also went home just because home allows you to rest your head on the pillow with minimal worries. I’ve also been studying Korean and it’s proven to be a lot more difficult than I had anticipated, but at least I can read the characters now! The next step would be to start to understand what I’m reading and then I’ll move onto speaking.

I’ve also been experimenting with watercolors! I’ve always been fascinated with painting and this past spring, I had actually bought paint supplies and nice brushes and I committed this summer to improving my skills. And what motivated me more was nice outlining pens.

Here’s some of my work:

Casual farm animals and a rocket ship featuring the splatter pain technique

Ponyo from the Studio Ghibli Movie, Ponyo on the Cliff by the Sea — highly recommend if you want to watch a really sweet movie.

My favorite flower!

Tomorrow I’m going to be heading home and then in a couple days, I’ll be driving down to Orlando, Florida because my close family and extended family will be going to Disney for a week! It’ll be my first time there and I’m as stoked as my 11 year old cousin! On that note, I won’t be able to post anything until I return the weekend before my senior year starts. :O

Hope you all have a good couple of weeks! Thanks for sticking with me!

Alice

 

Ecstatic Epiphany | Quick Piece

Towards the sunset we walked with your hand in mine. A small sense of peace and security overcame me and my heart fluttered with joy. “I just can’t believe it.” I whispered. He rolled his eyes and nudged my shoulder. “Here she goes again. She’s having an epiphany, everyone!” I laughed and nudged him back, a little harder. “Don’t make fun of me! I’m just really happy and it’s been such a long time.” He smirked at me and whispered, “That’s only because we’re getting ice cream.” I laugh and darted into the store and found the ice cream section. He stood next to me, ogling along and said, “I’m going to have to get a job. All of these flavors sound so good.”

Here I am sitting with you under the setting sun with the sweet taste of the simple vanilla on my tongue. Without a word, I glance at you, your face glowing from the ending day and I kiss you on the cheek. “What was that for?” you said, your mouth full of ice cream. I shrug and respond, “I don’t know.” Silence falls as the night wraps its arms around us. He pulls me closer, saying “I’m happy too.”

Unconfined Thoughts 28 – Hair Today, Gone Tomorrow

My hair is thinning and it coats my bedroom floor. Every time I get up from my bed or from my chair, the hair drifts around my feet and I’m reminded of my stress. Like a considerate person, you ask, “What are you stressed about?” I pull a face, shrug and I’m already dissociating when I say, “I don’t know!”

Every morning, I pull back the curtains and a stream of light streams in. I expect to be knocked off my feet as a realization that things aren’t as bad as I make them to be. Half-way through the day, I open the window to air out the stale air and hope that the cool breeze can help me stop losing hair.

On an odd Tuesday morning, I pick up the broom and sweep away all the stray hairs. Enough has cumulated that it’s enough if you gathered it into your hands, it would look like a hamster from the distance when in reality, it’s all the hair that’s taken the jump. I sigh loudly so that it echoes my mind, but not loud enough so that I can do anything about it. It lingers before it drifts away just like each day as the sun comes and goes, allowing time for night to fall.

The Beasts of the Grey | Poetry Breakdown

Hello everyone,

I hope this summer has been good to you so far!

The Beasts of the Grey

“I swear, it’s that squeaking fan.”
she mutters, glaring down the rotating metal,
clanking and blowing cool air around the room, yet
for some reason her mind remains hot and unsettled.
Down the street, she hears trucks driving
from point A to
point B with the latest summer hits, hotter than the summer sun
but her envious heart feels as cool as the end of Christmas.

Blood drips from her nose and she leaps to a start.
“What in the world! Why is my nose bleeding?”
The bright red color illuminating all life shakes her to the core
as she’s reminded of her origin story,
starting from two into a beautiful unification to multiplication.
She stares at the veins crisscrossing on her hands and
wishes she could see the blood racing around like messengers.
All she feels is the startling pulsating
and the quietness of her soul
and the words, stuck.

Thunder strikes the sky in frightening allure,
the roar quickening the pulse housed in her chest.
Her eyes remain glazed, glossy, gilded with a sheer covering of
tears, the supposed material of renewal.
Lightning flashes across the city, catching her eyes
as she looked for where it came from and all she could see
was a sea of grey, ominous and looming.
She wonders after a spark of color finally floods her fears,
drowning them and wiping them afresh.
“Where are the whales that swim in this sea?”

If you got a sad connotation from this poem, then you’re on the right track. This poem is meant to give off the vibe of helplessness in the ordinary, but with struggled attempts to better things. For those who have been reading my works, you’ll know that there is always a line where I tie everything together and oftentimes, that line is the spark of hope even in a sadder poem.

Basically this poem’s motive is to inspire getting out of a lackluster situation, specifically loneliness. We’ve all dealt with loneliness before ranging from you’re walking by yourself to being at a party, but finding no one you could relate with. With the narrator in the poem, she seems to be pretty trapped within herself especially with the act of pulling herself together. There are bought of frustration (the squeaking fan) and distractedness, yet in the end, the color comes back to life.

In the first stanza, it’s obvious that she’s envious of people traveling and doing things, but with the second stanza, she starts to ground herself and finds perspective in remembering who she is and where she came from. I took it literally and wrote about conception, the origin of life. And in the third stanza, the narrator is literally startled into a new state of thinking, breaking free.

This leads onto the title of the poem, The Beasts of the Grey. It’s meant to be a double entendre with the mention of the whales at the end of the poem and the “beasts” that can be anything that troubles you and the “grey” would be the mind. The main focus of the poem are those “beasts” that live in the “grey”, which often times we choose to hide instead of dealing with.

I hope you enjoyed the poem!

Alice

Randal | Quick Piece Breakdown

Hello everyone,

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!

Alice