I’m human, but I’m not. How can this be? Where am I? What is going on? Wait… I’m dreaming. The air is clear, not permeated with years of pollution like the real world of consciousness. Countless people are scattered all around me. But I don’t really know them. Their faces are a mask of blurriness that my hazed mind can’t grasp. Just as my eyes focus on their faces, they disappear as if they were never there and I am alone in a field of bliss.
I raise my head up to see perfect nimbus clouds and crave to touch the sky. The ground, a flawless bed of green grass, beneath my feet evokes me to lie down and roll around like as if the ground held magical powers that can be absorbed through touch. The trees and flowers sprung out of the ground. The trees were massive. Like a giant tree from a fairytale like “Jack and the Bean Stalk”. The flowers bloomed with vivid colors like that out of an “Alice and Wonderland” scene.
All I want to do now is to fly up to the sky. But am I still human in my dreams? Of course, but dreams are limitless. The sky isn’t the limit but I plan on touching it. I can’t fly like a bird but I crouch down to a half squat and jump up. I float up like a man on the moon. I soar in the sky with grace and tranquility. Realization hits me now. I have new method to traveling! I can go anywhere! There’s no stopping me now. Coming back down to the flawless green bed is like being a drop rain falling in slow motion. Peace is all I can feel as I return to the ground only to pounce back up to the sky and proceed in a straight direction to the sun off in the horizon. My destination is the sunset in the distance. Each jump brings me closer to that beautiful ball of warmth that brightens my soul. Closer and closer the horizon is almost within my reach. I reach with outstretched arms.
BUZZ! BUZZ! BUZZ!
My eyes open and I wake up to reality. Great! I wake up just before I touch the sun. Reality bites sometimes.
Wednesday, March 31, 2010
Wednesday, March 24, 2010
Blind Date # 56
Terri C. is always on time, and today was no exception. First impressions are important to her and going to meet a stranger on a blind date isn't the best time to be late. She's supposed to meet Joe at the park near the Times Square. Of course a perfect place to meet up and have a romantic moment is the fountain. Terri arrived about fifteen minutes early. She takes a seat on a nearby park bench and glances at her pink Guess watch that reads 3:45 p.m. She pulls out her science-fiction romance novel and waits for who she hopes to be "Prince Charming" newcomer.
Joe D., he’s an “on time” kind of person but this blind date that Kelly, good old friend that set him up, has put Joe on edge and it’s making his nerves go haywire. He only lives ten minutes away from the park where he’s supposed to meet Terri at the fountain, but all of this spare time seems minimal when getting ready for a date. He still has to put on some deodorant, brush his teeth, grab a belt to put on, and clean off some smudges to his good pair of shoes. It’s as almost as if the pressure was too much to bear like a boiling pot of water on an oven. After rushing through a mental list of things, Joe sprints out the door with a bouquet of daisy’s that he had purchased a few hours before. There was no time for a taxi to come and get him so he took a short cut through a back alley and crossed a side street to a side entrance to the park. Joe slowed down and caught his breath when he neared the fountain. His eyes go straight to a beautiful brunette in a light pink spring dress sitting on a park bench next to the fountain. Her hair fell down past her shoulders in loose curls and framed a gorgeous face. She had dark brown eyes and high cheek bones with soft tan skin like someone who didn’t get too much sun but just enough to glow. Her posture was straight and alert while she read her book. Everything about this mysterious woman called for his attention.
Terri noticed someone standing to her left, watching her, and when she glanced up to see who it was, the stranger headed her way. Her heart pounded in her chest and ears making her pulse sound like drums were close by. The man introduced himself and took her hand and placed a faint kiss on her hand like a proper gentleman. When he stood up straight, she stood up as well and finally saw how tall and handsome he was. Dark, almost black straight hair fell just past his strong neck which caused Terri’s eyes to trail down to his broad shoulders and thick chest. He had dark brown eyes and a sharp nose to go with his chiseled face. He stood a foot taller than her and his presence seemed enormous compared to her little frame.
After introductions and some awkward silence, they strolled through the park and walked to a small diner across the street. Romance was in the air and love was all around.
-If you would like to know more about this story, let me know and I might put up a part 2. Thanks!
Joe D., he’s an “on time” kind of person but this blind date that Kelly, good old friend that set him up, has put Joe on edge and it’s making his nerves go haywire. He only lives ten minutes away from the park where he’s supposed to meet Terri at the fountain, but all of this spare time seems minimal when getting ready for a date. He still has to put on some deodorant, brush his teeth, grab a belt to put on, and clean off some smudges to his good pair of shoes. It’s as almost as if the pressure was too much to bear like a boiling pot of water on an oven. After rushing through a mental list of things, Joe sprints out the door with a bouquet of daisy’s that he had purchased a few hours before. There was no time for a taxi to come and get him so he took a short cut through a back alley and crossed a side street to a side entrance to the park. Joe slowed down and caught his breath when he neared the fountain. His eyes go straight to a beautiful brunette in a light pink spring dress sitting on a park bench next to the fountain. Her hair fell down past her shoulders in loose curls and framed a gorgeous face. She had dark brown eyes and high cheek bones with soft tan skin like someone who didn’t get too much sun but just enough to glow. Her posture was straight and alert while she read her book. Everything about this mysterious woman called for his attention.
Terri noticed someone standing to her left, watching her, and when she glanced up to see who it was, the stranger headed her way. Her heart pounded in her chest and ears making her pulse sound like drums were close by. The man introduced himself and took her hand and placed a faint kiss on her hand like a proper gentleman. When he stood up straight, she stood up as well and finally saw how tall and handsome he was. Dark, almost black straight hair fell just past his strong neck which caused Terri’s eyes to trail down to his broad shoulders and thick chest. He had dark brown eyes and a sharp nose to go with his chiseled face. He stood a foot taller than her and his presence seemed enormous compared to her little frame.
After introductions and some awkward silence, they strolled through the park and walked to a small diner across the street. Romance was in the air and love was all around.
-If you would like to know more about this story, let me know and I might put up a part 2. Thanks!
Monday, March 22, 2010
#76 She's Just Insane
-This is an episode of Kelly
Kelly was as nervous as she could be while standing off to the outside of the bathroom door. The hall light bulb was burned out, so standing in the pitch black hallway at midnight just freaked her out even more than usual. She tried to feel for the light switch on the inside of the bathroom without even looking in to the bathroom. Kelly is still scared of the dark even though she’s grown up to her mid twenties. And living in her apartment, alone, didn’t ease her night time frights. After a few seconds of jitters and deep breaths, the harsh light illuminates the bathroom. The shower curtain is off to the left so she knows that no one is behind the curtain, hiding, waiting to strike her dead. Sure Kelly has a few superstitious quirks she keeps in her house that make her seem like she’s a paranoid little girl, but some fear can turn you insane. And you never know if you’re going to become one of the unlucky victims of random killings from a psychotic murderer.
After using the restroom, she runs back to her warm bed and giant comforter and tucks her feet so no one could get her feet and drag her away in a nightmare. She didn’t think the “Boogey Man” existed but real life crazies could come out of nowhere and that was her real scare. Kelly used to have a night light that glowed through the room but now the soft glow of the TV light has taken its place so her room wouldn’t be pitch dark. Her ears became sensitive and the constant running of a DVD menu screen is the only comfort to drown out the continuing fear of hearing imagined foot steps toward the bedroom. And to add to her insanity of hearing imagined killers coming after her, Kelly keeps her small portable black fan on low to cool her down and drown out any suspicious and scary night time sounds. Just these few habits of Kelly’s fear have caused her insanity to be in constant fear. Every night is the same routine, lights on all the time and a perpetual drum of sounds to calm her paranoia and insanity. Only to wake up and still live in fear of not waking up the next day.
Kelly was as nervous as she could be while standing off to the outside of the bathroom door. The hall light bulb was burned out, so standing in the pitch black hallway at midnight just freaked her out even more than usual. She tried to feel for the light switch on the inside of the bathroom without even looking in to the bathroom. Kelly is still scared of the dark even though she’s grown up to her mid twenties. And living in her apartment, alone, didn’t ease her night time frights. After a few seconds of jitters and deep breaths, the harsh light illuminates the bathroom. The shower curtain is off to the left so she knows that no one is behind the curtain, hiding, waiting to strike her dead. Sure Kelly has a few superstitious quirks she keeps in her house that make her seem like she’s a paranoid little girl, but some fear can turn you insane. And you never know if you’re going to become one of the unlucky victims of random killings from a psychotic murderer.
After using the restroom, she runs back to her warm bed and giant comforter and tucks her feet so no one could get her feet and drag her away in a nightmare. She didn’t think the “Boogey Man” existed but real life crazies could come out of nowhere and that was her real scare. Kelly used to have a night light that glowed through the room but now the soft glow of the TV light has taken its place so her room wouldn’t be pitch dark. Her ears became sensitive and the constant running of a DVD menu screen is the only comfort to drown out the continuing fear of hearing imagined foot steps toward the bedroom. And to add to her insanity of hearing imagined killers coming after her, Kelly keeps her small portable black fan on low to cool her down and drown out any suspicious and scary night time sounds. Just these few habits of Kelly’s fear have caused her insanity to be in constant fear. Every night is the same routine, lights on all the time and a perpetual drum of sounds to calm her paranoia and insanity. Only to wake up and still live in fear of not waking up the next day.
Monday, March 8, 2010
Narrative Process Writing
Process Writing
When I first started to even think of this paper, I drew a blank. I had just done a descriptive paper on this very same topic and didn’t think new ideas were going to happen if I write about it again. I thought of writing about an experience to Cambodia when I was in the competition but after carefully thinking it through, I stuck with my old idea and let it grow. I had thought about how I wanted to write the paper for a few days. Thoroughly contemplating the good and bad of each idea. At first I just wanted to write a story in a way of like a recorded memory but then that idea turned into a diary story. Finalized on that idea I start my paper without a set title, just a “throw it out there” title. Getting through half of the paper, I realize that I want to make this paper like a story that others could find years in the future so I write down the time, date, place of, and event before the first paragraph to make the paper seem like a story in a lost book. Then I traded papers with Julie Shelabarger and had some great feedback and new ideas for the 2nd rough draft of my paper. I knew the significance and point of views in my story. After Julie couldn’t understand my point of view I rethought some of my sentences and reworded a couple phrases. I finished up this paper over the weekend and gave another read through which made me feel quite good about this diary type story.
When I first started to even think of this paper, I drew a blank. I had just done a descriptive paper on this very same topic and didn’t think new ideas were going to happen if I write about it again. I thought of writing about an experience to Cambodia when I was in the competition but after carefully thinking it through, I stuck with my old idea and let it grow. I had thought about how I wanted to write the paper for a few days. Thoroughly contemplating the good and bad of each idea. At first I just wanted to write a story in a way of like a recorded memory but then that idea turned into a diary story. Finalized on that idea I start my paper without a set title, just a “throw it out there” title. Getting through half of the paper, I realize that I want to make this paper like a story that others could find years in the future so I write down the time, date, place of, and event before the first paragraph to make the paper seem like a story in a lost book. Then I traded papers with Julie Shelabarger and had some great feedback and new ideas for the 2nd rough draft of my paper. I knew the significance and point of views in my story. After Julie couldn’t understand my point of view I rethought some of my sentences and reworded a couple phrases. I finished up this paper over the weekend and gave another read through which made me feel quite good about this diary type story.
Wednesday, March 3, 2010
The execution #64
Day after day, year after year, time seems endless behind gray, bleak cold prison bars. The white barren walls with scratch marks and hand written letters of loved ones, surrounded the small space. A stark contrast of a mirror hangs above a useless sink and a dirty stool. A concrete bed and thin sheets made up a place of slumber. Bright orange overalls is the only piece of clothing that seems normal anymore after 10 years of waiting. Frank saw his world before him with a realization that this constant hell was going to end soon. The judge has announced that on the next court date, his fate will be decided. Either the jury will pass judgment and his execution will be the end or a miracle will see him through another day in prison hell. Frank is on the waiting list for an execution, but even a little spurt of hope can help for a miracle. Each day has become another heart filled breathe closer to his fate. He thought this place a human hell that the years have drilled into him but he still feared the real fires of the afterlife. All Frank wanted was to return home to his wife and daughter but accusations on him has landed his life in the slammer. The only heaven he has known was his wife and kid and he will never be able to go back to the way things were.
The long hours of constant pushups, sit ups and working out seemed pointless when he wasn’t going to see the light of day again. Yet Frank went on with less and less enthusiasm as an execution date was to be decided. Jess, Frank’s love, would never get to stare into his eyes and kiss him goodnight. Natalie, his daughter would grow up without the love and affection of her father. In the back of his mind, Frank desired his execution because putting his family through even more pain of never seeing him again just caused his heart more damage than ever. Even if he wasn’t executed, he would never be free again. What more could the afterlife throw at him?
It is announced that Frank is to be executed for his unforgiveable act of crime. The execution will take place two weeks from this coming Saturday. During that time, friends and family may visit and say farewell before his passing. A last minute statement will be made from Frank before a poison injection will be committed. May the gods have mercy on his soul.
The long hours of constant pushups, sit ups and working out seemed pointless when he wasn’t going to see the light of day again. Yet Frank went on with less and less enthusiasm as an execution date was to be decided. Jess, Frank’s love, would never get to stare into his eyes and kiss him goodnight. Natalie, his daughter would grow up without the love and affection of her father. In the back of his mind, Frank desired his execution because putting his family through even more pain of never seeing him again just caused his heart more damage than ever. Even if he wasn’t executed, he would never be free again. What more could the afterlife throw at him?
It is announced that Frank is to be executed for his unforgiveable act of crime. The execution will take place two weeks from this coming Saturday. During that time, friends and family may visit and say farewell before his passing. A last minute statement will be made from Frank before a poison injection will be committed. May the gods have mercy on his soul.
Monday, March 1, 2010
Readers #5
Who are my readers? Do I have readers is what I’m wondering. So far my most noticeable reader is Miss Stephanie. This is great because I love to read her comments and her point of views on what I write. However I hope to grab the attention of other readers when I am writing my blogs. I’d like my readers to enjoy my tall tales and confession letters. Miss Stephanie seems to enjoy my silly stories and timeless travel spots.
Currently my latest work is my Narrative Paper on my experience in the Miss Thailand World competition. A moment of my life experience recorded on paper or electronic paper blog. Concern, interest, and curiosity are, at least I hope that’s correct, what attracts my readers to my work in the first place.
My paper may connect with a few of my traveler readers. Ones that have seen other countries first hand. Another connection could be the emotional turmoil and anxiety of my characters, in my blogs, that readers can relate to with me. I try to keep myself as real as possible when I write about myself. Second hand guessing on experience doesn’t always make for a great paper, I think. Imagination is another relation my readers have with my work. No matter how far and wide your imagination plane goes, there’s still someone who can follow along just a little bit with your story. Kind of like that movie “Never Ending Story”. I like that movie, If you wanted to know.
The downfall of connecting with my reader’s maybe to capture their input. I’d like to get some criticism. I’m not saying I enjoy negative feedback but I am saying that I do like a few hints here and there. I might fail to connect with readers when it comes to a foreign object that we may not have here. But that’s where the imagination comes into play. Each writer has a challenge, when creating a story or any piece of writing for that matter, to capture our attention as readers.
Currently my latest work is my Narrative Paper on my experience in the Miss Thailand World competition. A moment of my life experience recorded on paper or electronic paper blog. Concern, interest, and curiosity are, at least I hope that’s correct, what attracts my readers to my work in the first place.
My paper may connect with a few of my traveler readers. Ones that have seen other countries first hand. Another connection could be the emotional turmoil and anxiety of my characters, in my blogs, that readers can relate to with me. I try to keep myself as real as possible when I write about myself. Second hand guessing on experience doesn’t always make for a great paper, I think. Imagination is another relation my readers have with my work. No matter how far and wide your imagination plane goes, there’s still someone who can follow along just a little bit with your story. Kind of like that movie “Never Ending Story”. I like that movie, If you wanted to know.
The downfall of connecting with my reader’s maybe to capture their input. I’d like to get some criticism. I’m not saying I enjoy negative feedback but I am saying that I do like a few hints here and there. I might fail to connect with readers when it comes to a foreign object that we may not have here. But that’s where the imagination comes into play. Each writer has a challenge, when creating a story or any piece of writing for that matter, to capture our attention as readers.
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