I have heard about The Notebook, Message in a Bottle, A Walk to Remember, The Lucky One, etc but I never got acquainted of reading these books nor watched the filmed versions of these masterpieces; not until a friend talked about Nicholas Sparks’ latest work entitled The Choice. Ops, it was my first time either to hear about this author. Poor me!
Since i learned about the book, I've been dying of getting a copy of it. Actually, till recent i never get a chance of reading Sparks' latest release. As i returned home from a long trip, all bookstores i went on was out of stock (anyhow, congrats Mr. Sparks!). Meanwhile, this is what i have - so to those who haven't read the book yet, just sharing you this synopsis i got online. I will post a review after reading 'The Choice'. The attention-grabbing line How far would you go to keep the hope of love alive remains a cliche to me. I'm counting days, huh ;-)
THE CHOICE by Nicholas Sparks
Travis Parker has everything a man could want: a good job, loyal friends, even a waterfront home in small-town North Carolina. In full pursuit of the good life -- boating, swimming, and regular barbecues with his good-natured buddies -- he holds the vague conviction that a serious relationship with a woman would only cramp his style. That is, until Gabby Holland moves in next door. Despite his attempts to be neighborly, the appealing redhead seems to have a chip on her shoulder about him...and the presence of her longtime boyfriend doesn't help. Despite himself, Travis can't stop trying to ingratiate himself with his new neighbor, and his persistent efforts lead them both to the doorstep of a journey that neither could have foreseen. Spanning the eventful years of young love, marriage and family, The Choice ultimately confronts us with the most heart-wrenching question of all: how far would you go to keep the hope of love alive?
Friday, December 19, 2008
Tuesday, December 16, 2008
I Will Never Date That Alien Again
Today, i challenge you to make a fiction story and convince your readers that the story is real. Using a title I will Never Date That Alien Again, your challenge is how to make your version realistic...as if it really happened at our time.
In my attempt to this one-hour writing challenge, here's what i have come up.
I WILL NEVER DATE THAT ALIEN AGAIN
In the history of mankind, the Unidentified Flying Object (UFO) has suddenly become a word of everybody’s tongue. Perhaps, we all have heard about a 15-year old girl in United States who was abducted by aliens; and after several years was returned to earth at her same young age.
Different speculations come in and some attempts to theorize what aliens and their spacecrafts may look like. Still, there are people in our generation who never believe in aliens and think that the Earth is the only planet in the galaxy filled with living creatures.
From the very first time I’ve heard about aliens, it has evoked my curiosity and opened my mind to the possibilities that there are really aliens existing and sometimes they get to visit on Earth. I have read several books about people’s real encounter with aliens but the one I grabbed in the library entitled I Will Never Date That Alien Again tells a different story. It's alienated story is not just interesting because it talks about a creature from other dimension. Indeed, it is worth attention-grabbing because it talks about a real encounter between a female author and an alien, and the love story at their emotional peak.
In the book, the author has stated about her experiences with the aliens; and has described how the alien and his spacecraft look, how she in the character is elated upon seeing the UFO landing at the back of their house, and how the alien has saved her life several times. It sounds like a romantic heroism, isn’t it?
I was about to finish the final page when a line caught my attention – My alien friend waved goodbye. My heart was squeezed and I started to cry for I learned to love the alien who saved my life so many times. His flying soccer was about to fly when he hurriedly went down and ran toward my direction and said “Can I take your earrings, necklace, bracelet, and the ring in your hand? You might not ask but I really love to be a woman”.
I have almost believed in the story of love and heroism between alien and people on Earth. I must admit that I used to be one of those alien-actual-encounter fanatics. But after I read about I Will Never Date That Alien Again. All i could say? I will never read about aliens again!
In our life, there are lots of stories about aliens that are unanswered. Their technology was never even justified, no reasons for their earth exploration were given, and we didn’t even truly see one of their flying soccers. There are people who have made their efforts to read or even more conduct a research about people’s factual encounters with alien. We have several insightful alien invasion stories that can set our curiosity afire. But if they get the same chance of reading the book, I Will Never Date That Alien Again, I am rather very interested to see how they react on it!
NOTE: After some readers got a chance of reading this piece, a question was raised by one of them & he said: "Is this book really existing?" He referred to the book title that I've mentioned in the story. From that question, I celebrated my triumph! For all you know, even the title of the book is not real! So it's your turn, & make your own piece.
In my attempt to this one-hour writing challenge, here's what i have come up.
I WILL NEVER DATE THAT ALIEN AGAIN
In the history of mankind, the Unidentified Flying Object (UFO) has suddenly become a word of everybody’s tongue. Perhaps, we all have heard about a 15-year old girl in United States who was abducted by aliens; and after several years was returned to earth at her same young age.
Different speculations come in and some attempts to theorize what aliens and their spacecrafts may look like. Still, there are people in our generation who never believe in aliens and think that the Earth is the only planet in the galaxy filled with living creatures.
From the very first time I’ve heard about aliens, it has evoked my curiosity and opened my mind to the possibilities that there are really aliens existing and sometimes they get to visit on Earth. I have read several books about people’s real encounter with aliens but the one I grabbed in the library entitled I Will Never Date That Alien Again tells a different story. It's alienated story is not just interesting because it talks about a creature from other dimension. Indeed, it is worth attention-grabbing because it talks about a real encounter between a female author and an alien, and the love story at their emotional peak.
In the book, the author has stated about her experiences with the aliens; and has described how the alien and his spacecraft look, how she in the character is elated upon seeing the UFO landing at the back of their house, and how the alien has saved her life several times. It sounds like a romantic heroism, isn’t it?
I was about to finish the final page when a line caught my attention – My alien friend waved goodbye. My heart was squeezed and I started to cry for I learned to love the alien who saved my life so many times. His flying soccer was about to fly when he hurriedly went down and ran toward my direction and said “Can I take your earrings, necklace, bracelet, and the ring in your hand? You might not ask but I really love to be a woman”.
I have almost believed in the story of love and heroism between alien and people on Earth. I must admit that I used to be one of those alien-actual-encounter fanatics. But after I read about I Will Never Date That Alien Again. All i could say? I will never read about aliens again!
In our life, there are lots of stories about aliens that are unanswered. Their technology was never even justified, no reasons for their earth exploration were given, and we didn’t even truly see one of their flying soccers. There are people who have made their efforts to read or even more conduct a research about people’s factual encounters with alien. We have several insightful alien invasion stories that can set our curiosity afire. But if they get the same chance of reading the book, I Will Never Date That Alien Again, I am rather very interested to see how they react on it!
NOTE: After some readers got a chance of reading this piece, a question was raised by one of them & he said: "Is this book really existing?" He referred to the book title that I've mentioned in the story. From that question, I celebrated my triumph! For all you know, even the title of the book is not real! So it's your turn, & make your own piece.
Nature's Cry
This so far is a simple challenge. With its minimal requirement, it is not surprising if you can finish it at half an hour only. Can you see the object? All you need is list down at least five (5) adjectives that could best describe the photo shown. Using the adjectives you've listed, write a poem that could best fit to the mood of the photo.
In my attempt to this challenge, i played around with these adjectives: furious, thick, poor, devastating, and damaging. With my love and appreciation to nature, this is what i come up after an hour challenge.
NATURE'S CRY
Ashamed, I was part of this barbarity
The furious fire burned out of control
All for mankind’s greediness,
Greenery turned into ashes.
Thick smog-like haze over the crying forest
Poor, it dirtied up the skies,
Devastating destruction!
A damaging threat to mankind
Mother Nature cried…
Everybody got it together
Green, green! All covered in flowers
“Bring me back to tranquility!”
Day of Evil
Imagine putting life to an object. Can you do it? Here's how. Think of your favorite object and make it as your story's main character. In my attempt to this writing challenge, i played around with LIGHTS as my narrator of the story. Here, i preferred of adapting to a horror-story approach. For an hour tough challenge, this is what i got.
Day of Evil
People called me Lights. I lived at the ceiling of St Benedict Hospital where all newborns were placed after delivered by their moms. They called it ‘Nursery’. My role in the hospital was to offer lights to babies. I didn’t expect to witness an evil’s ritual to happen. But it did, and I was there.
June 6, 2006. It was Tuesday and I called it the ‘Day of Evil’.
Inside St. Benedict Hospital’s nursery, sixty six newborns were peacefully sleeping at that time. I watched their faces from the ceiling, ensuring I could offer them enough lights – that’s my role of welcoming them in St. Benedict.
When the clock pointed its long hand to 12 midnight, a horrifying story started.
Amidst the heavy storm, the thunder’s roar, and the lightning’s anger, I heard the cries of babies. But Baby Daniel, the son of the country’s renowned gymnast and a dauntless policeman, was different and mysterious.
I heard Daniel’s laughter, enjoying the bad weather condition. Suddenly, the wind blew so cold and I saw his body rising and a black smoke appeared, forming a human body. I saw the evil and his horrifying smile while carrying Daniel on his arm.
“This is the earth. I welcome you, son!”
The music of evil played; and I saw the door as it opened, inviting Daniel’s mom to come in. The gymnast danced with the music of evil, and the policeman, undoubtedly, pointed his head with a gun.
“To you my Lord…” the policeman kneeled. “… I offer my wife, my son, and my blood”.
The policeman killed himself and the gymnast hurriedly dropped his blood to Daniel’s mouth. To its horror, Daniel transformed into a treacherous monster.
Daniel hungrily ate the policeman’s flesh and sipped his blood.
I heard the sound of evil echoed in the nursery and faded slowly and everything was gone – the storm, the thunder, the lightning, the gymnast, including Daniel.
No trace was left. The story remained a secret. The ritual I had seen remained untold.
It was the horrifying ritual I’d ever seen. If I could speak and foretell my story to the people, perhaps no one would buy it. But I was there; and I witnessed an evil’s ritual.
Day of Evil
People called me Lights. I lived at the ceiling of St Benedict Hospital where all newborns were placed after delivered by their moms. They called it ‘Nursery’. My role in the hospital was to offer lights to babies. I didn’t expect to witness an evil’s ritual to happen. But it did, and I was there.
June 6, 2006. It was Tuesday and I called it the ‘Day of Evil’.
Inside St. Benedict Hospital’s nursery, sixty six newborns were peacefully sleeping at that time. I watched their faces from the ceiling, ensuring I could offer them enough lights – that’s my role of welcoming them in St. Benedict.
When the clock pointed its long hand to 12 midnight, a horrifying story started.
Amidst the heavy storm, the thunder’s roar, and the lightning’s anger, I heard the cries of babies. But Baby Daniel, the son of the country’s renowned gymnast and a dauntless policeman, was different and mysterious.
I heard Daniel’s laughter, enjoying the bad weather condition. Suddenly, the wind blew so cold and I saw his body rising and a black smoke appeared, forming a human body. I saw the evil and his horrifying smile while carrying Daniel on his arm.
“This is the earth. I welcome you, son!”
The music of evil played; and I saw the door as it opened, inviting Daniel’s mom to come in. The gymnast danced with the music of evil, and the policeman, undoubtedly, pointed his head with a gun.
“To you my Lord…” the policeman kneeled. “… I offer my wife, my son, and my blood”.
The policeman killed himself and the gymnast hurriedly dropped his blood to Daniel’s mouth. To its horror, Daniel transformed into a treacherous monster.
Daniel hungrily ate the policeman’s flesh and sipped his blood.
I heard the sound of evil echoed in the nursery and faded slowly and everything was gone – the storm, the thunder, the lightning, the gymnast, including Daniel.
No trace was left. The story remained a secret. The ritual I had seen remained untold.
It was the horrifying ritual I’d ever seen. If I could speak and foretell my story to the people, perhaps no one would buy it. But I was there; and I witnessed an evil’s ritual.
Trailer
Let's explore to the world of Trailers. One way to promote a movie is creating a trailer to entice the target market. Prior to the airings of movie trailer on broadcast media and theater houses, it has undergone a stringent procedure of conceptualizing a copy.
Let's put the challenge this way. Think of your original version of movie concept and come up your own title. Right then, all you need is to formulate a copy. Here's what i got after an hour challenge of producing a trailer copy for my movie i entitled...
UNDERCOVER
“In 1909, the world witnessed as the gate of Hell opened with its unprecedented simultaneous volcanic eruption in Nepal killing billions of people from all over the world. From the mouth of the volcano went out the Son of Satan whom, by the joined forces of 11-F from the East, was imprisoned in Mt. Bakulkeg in Nepal.
After 100 years…in year 2009, the 11-F is back, forming the so called –‘iCOMM Team’. Its mission is to act as special marketing undercover against the world’s renowned soap manufacturing company in the US that is owned by the most controversial King of Cults whose products are patronized worldwide. The Cult’s ritual will happen in the first day of year 2009. There are 10 days left.
No one escapes the powers and genius minds of the iCOMM Team, here in UNDERCOVER”.
Let's put the challenge this way. Think of your original version of movie concept and come up your own title. Right then, all you need is to formulate a copy. Here's what i got after an hour challenge of producing a trailer copy for my movie i entitled...
UNDERCOVER
“In 1909, the world witnessed as the gate of Hell opened with its unprecedented simultaneous volcanic eruption in Nepal killing billions of people from all over the world. From the mouth of the volcano went out the Son of Satan whom, by the joined forces of 11-F from the East, was imprisoned in Mt. Bakulkeg in Nepal.
After 100 years…in year 2009, the 11-F is back, forming the so called –‘iCOMM Team’. Its mission is to act as special marketing undercover against the world’s renowned soap manufacturing company in the US that is owned by the most controversial King of Cults whose products are patronized worldwide. The Cult’s ritual will happen in the first day of year 2009. There are 10 days left.
No one escapes the powers and genius minds of the iCOMM Team, here in UNDERCOVER”.
Vulnerably Miserable
Have you tried writing a stage play? Today, let’s focus on a scene of two best of buddies in their serious-turn-wacky conversation. Can you figure out the element needed to put down the script requirement into context? This is how.
Here, you are given the opening and closing conversations. With the middle story missing, it’s your challenge to play around and make your play justifiable.
The opening statement “Did I ever tell you about Daisy”
The closing statement “Yes, I think the zoo is a terrific idea”
Shooting my wild imagination, here’s what I came up after an hour challenge. Enjoy!
VULNERABLY MISERABLE
Characters:
Gino
A jobless and lonely man whose life always depends on what he only earns in a day.
Melvin
An ambitious civil engineer. He is Gino’s childhood friend.
SCENE:
2:30 PM at Melvin’s house. Melvin and Gino are drinking beers.
Gino: (after staring at Melvin for a minute) Did I ever tell you about Daisy?
Melvin: (keeps on drinking) Daisy?
Gino: (sigh) I mean Daisy! The pretty white –
Melvin: (burping) – Oh, yes. I Got it. For all I know, she’s pregnant.
Gino: (sigh) Yes, she is.
Melvin: (puzzled) Something is wrong?
Gino: (sad look) She’s sick, man. She’s getting thinner and I’m afraid it could affect her pregnancy.
Melvin: (placed the glass of beer on the table, pulled his pocket and handed a calling card) I wish this could help. Let my doctor see her.
Gino: (blushing) Is it fine –
Melvin: (shrug) – I know how much you love her!
Gino: (shameful look) Do you think I can pay? I have no work this time.
Melvin: (insisting) You’re a friend. Who do you think will help you?
Gino: (sigh) I’m sorry. I know this is too much –
Melvin: (hands up) Well, maybe not ‘too much’. It is just so ridiculous to see you mourning for…
Gino: (blushing) Does it look bad?
Melvin: (laugh) Well, not too bad!
Gino: (helpless) Funny?
Melvin: (sarcastic) Hmmm, not even funny but it’s just a bit disgusting. Why don’t you look for a WOMAN to marry for instead of worrying for a DOG for the rest of your life? You’re not getting younger…
Gino: (hit by his ego) So, shall I send Daisy to the zoo so she can have a better life there?
Melvin: Yes, I think the zoo is a terrific idea.
Lights dim, curtains close.
Here, you are given the opening and closing conversations. With the middle story missing, it’s your challenge to play around and make your play justifiable.
The opening statement “Did I ever tell you about Daisy”
The closing statement “Yes, I think the zoo is a terrific idea”
Shooting my wild imagination, here’s what I came up after an hour challenge. Enjoy!
VULNERABLY MISERABLE
Characters:
Gino
A jobless and lonely man whose life always depends on what he only earns in a day.
Melvin
An ambitious civil engineer. He is Gino’s childhood friend.
SCENE:
2:30 PM at Melvin’s house. Melvin and Gino are drinking beers.
Gino: (after staring at Melvin for a minute) Did I ever tell you about Daisy?
Melvin: (keeps on drinking) Daisy?
Gino: (sigh) I mean Daisy! The pretty white –
Melvin: (burping) – Oh, yes. I Got it. For all I know, she’s pregnant.
Gino: (sigh) Yes, she is.
Melvin: (puzzled) Something is wrong?
Gino: (sad look) She’s sick, man. She’s getting thinner and I’m afraid it could affect her pregnancy.
Melvin: (placed the glass of beer on the table, pulled his pocket and handed a calling card) I wish this could help. Let my doctor see her.
Gino: (blushing) Is it fine –
Melvin: (shrug) – I know how much you love her!
Gino: (shameful look) Do you think I can pay? I have no work this time.
Melvin: (insisting) You’re a friend. Who do you think will help you?
Gino: (sigh) I’m sorry. I know this is too much –
Melvin: (hands up) Well, maybe not ‘too much’. It is just so ridiculous to see you mourning for…
Gino: (blushing) Does it look bad?
Melvin: (laugh) Well, not too bad!
Gino: (helpless) Funny?
Melvin: (sarcastic) Hmmm, not even funny but it’s just a bit disgusting. Why don’t you look for a WOMAN to marry for instead of worrying for a DOG for the rest of your life? You’re not getting younger…
Gino: (hit by his ego) So, shall I send Daisy to the zoo so she can have a better life there?
Melvin: Yes, I think the zoo is a terrific idea.
Lights dim, curtains close.
Beggar’s Cellphone
Have you ever plunged to a challenge where shape is one of the requirements? This entry below is a masterpiece I created after an hour challenge of coming up an 11-line poem in a shape of a DIAMOND. Enjoy reading...
Crossroads
Can you imagine yourself being thrown into a tough challenge of creating a story in a span of an hour? Obviously, it really is a difficult one. However, there's no harm in trying. Here i poured out my creative mind just to come up one, if not good.
CROSSROADS
She hurriedly grabbed her laptop and got into her car. She knew that in seconds of delay, she would be late for a very important business conference. It was the fastest drive she’d ever made in her entire life. Three minutes. Two minutes.
“Damn it! There’s no room for late. Not this time, please!” she helplessly murmured.
Sheila was about to right turn at the intersection when a black car suddenly deterred and blocked her in the middle. Her eyes grew bigger when the man armed with a gun went off and as fast as seconds, opened the door of her car, and pointed her with a gun.
“Get off!”
Sheila couldn’t move. The disgust she felt from getting late abruptly changed into panic.
“Ms. Sheila Arzon…” the stranger said while pointing her with a gun. “…please get off the car and go with me. Quick!”
Sheila’s entire body had shaken for fear. She found herself following the order of the stranger.
MEANWHILE, Garry couldn’t relax. He walked, then sat, then walked again. Six minutes. Five minutes. His phone rang and he could hear the voice so clearly. He drew a smile.
“Take her in. Thanks bro.” Garry commanded the person he talked with on the phone. He waited for this time. Though uncertain, he’s determined to gamble whatever loses it may demand.
He managed to get calm. Two minutes. One minute. Garry watched as the door opened. The stranger escorted Sheila inside, then went out, and closed the door.
“Garry?” Sheila’s eyes grew bigger. Her tone was terrified and full of question. She couldn’t believe it.
“What’s up, Sheila?” his voice remained calm. He took off his hat and faced her.
“What did you do? You’ve scared me!” she shouted.
“Why? You thought you’re abducted by a stalker?” his voice remained calm.
“How did you know about that stalker –?
“– How did I know…because, I was!” he said it loud, enough for Sheila to get shocked of what she heard.
“You were –?”
“– Yes, I was. The man behind the messages and miscalls that were bugging you over a couple of years”, he said it bitterly.
Sheila’s temperature went down. She’s quite sure Garry wouldn’t harm her. Two years ago, their relationship was filled with intense insecurity, jealousy, and immaturity. Garry had just left for no reason, no proper conversation, and it was the end – a bad exit for both of them.
“Why did you stalk?” Sheila broke the silence.
“Because I was afraid... you forgot me completely.”
“You left.”
“I left for reasons” Garry remained calm.
“For reasons?…that damn reasons I never even know one!” her voice echoed.
“Listen, I’m sorry for leaving you alone. I had to…to give you a good life.”
“To give me a good life?” She nodded sarcastically. “It was two years ago, Garry. You left me hurt and puzzled? You left me helpless and pointless on how to go on with life without you. How could you expect me to understand your reasons? ” She said it well, she knew.
“I left for our future, but I was afraid of asking you to wait”. Garry almost couldn’t speak it out, but at least he did it, and everything just went out. “But I realized I was wrong. I can’t do it without you.”
Silence conquered the entire area.
“And what is this now all about?” her voice was full of question.
“We need to talk Sheila, and I have no other way of doing so –”
“– than abducting me?” Sheila’s voice was filled with bitterness.
“I know you’re angry –”
“ – of course I am, Garry! What do you expect from me?” Sheila started to cry.
“I’m sorry…”
“Sorry? Okay, okay”, she shrugged. “You’re sorry. I think I can go?” she looked at him.
“No!” Garry said it loud. His voice was determined and full of command. “I still have more to say. Please listen!” he looked straight to Sheila’s eyes.
“Then, say it now! Garry, I was rushing to catch up a very important business conference. You don’t know the delay you’ve done!”
“You’ve grown up tough”, he regretfully said.
“Tough? Yes, I am. Life has made me tough, Garry.” She smiled with her eyes full of bitterness.
“I’m sorry, it’s just…” Garry was certain he needed to finish all things out, win or lose. “…I can’t forget you and I’m expecting for more, Sheila”.
“Like what?”
“Like going to church…”
Sheila remained standing, staring at the person in front of her, who left her two years ago.
“Make it clear, Garry”.
“…Marriage…” he blushed. "Please give me a second chance."
“Do you think I will accept your proposal?"
“Yes, i feel it.”
“How sure are you?”
“Because you don’t have someone else, I gamble”.
“What if I’ll refuse? I can sue you for abducting me” she looked at him through his eyes.
“I’ll kill myself for leaving you alone, bugging you over the phone, abducting you… and losing you.”
Garry moved out to hide the tears that started falling down. He knew life could be different without her; and it was all his mistakes. However, he couldn’t regret for at least he gave an attempt to resolve his mess; though abducting her was a harsh one.
“Hey!” Sheila shouted.
“What?” Garry replied without looking back.
“Where are you going?”
“I’m setting you free. You can now catch your business conference”.
“You’re leaving me again? You didn’t know the damages you’ve done. I suffered for a couple of years. I was not able to catch up the conference because you’re abducting me!”
“I’m so sorry!”
“I’m not yet finished. Could you please turn around? I hate talking at your back!”
Garry turned around and tearfully smiled. They both smiled.
The End
CROSSROADS
She hurriedly grabbed her laptop and got into her car. She knew that in seconds of delay, she would be late for a very important business conference. It was the fastest drive she’d ever made in her entire life. Three minutes. Two minutes.
“Damn it! There’s no room for late. Not this time, please!” she helplessly murmured.
Sheila was about to right turn at the intersection when a black car suddenly deterred and blocked her in the middle. Her eyes grew bigger when the man armed with a gun went off and as fast as seconds, opened the door of her car, and pointed her with a gun.
“Get off!”
Sheila couldn’t move. The disgust she felt from getting late abruptly changed into panic.
“Ms. Sheila Arzon…” the stranger said while pointing her with a gun. “…please get off the car and go with me. Quick!”
Sheila’s entire body had shaken for fear. She found herself following the order of the stranger.
MEANWHILE, Garry couldn’t relax. He walked, then sat, then walked again. Six minutes. Five minutes. His phone rang and he could hear the voice so clearly. He drew a smile.
“Take her in. Thanks bro.” Garry commanded the person he talked with on the phone. He waited for this time. Though uncertain, he’s determined to gamble whatever loses it may demand.
He managed to get calm. Two minutes. One minute. Garry watched as the door opened. The stranger escorted Sheila inside, then went out, and closed the door.
“Garry?” Sheila’s eyes grew bigger. Her tone was terrified and full of question. She couldn’t believe it.
“What’s up, Sheila?” his voice remained calm. He took off his hat and faced her.
“What did you do? You’ve scared me!” she shouted.
“Why? You thought you’re abducted by a stalker?” his voice remained calm.
“How did you know about that stalker –?
“– How did I know…because, I was!” he said it loud, enough for Sheila to get shocked of what she heard.
“You were –?”
“– Yes, I was. The man behind the messages and miscalls that were bugging you over a couple of years”, he said it bitterly.
Sheila’s temperature went down. She’s quite sure Garry wouldn’t harm her. Two years ago, their relationship was filled with intense insecurity, jealousy, and immaturity. Garry had just left for no reason, no proper conversation, and it was the end – a bad exit for both of them.
“Why did you stalk?” Sheila broke the silence.
“Because I was afraid... you forgot me completely.”
“You left.”
“I left for reasons” Garry remained calm.
“For reasons?…that damn reasons I never even know one!” her voice echoed.
“Listen, I’m sorry for leaving you alone. I had to…to give you a good life.”
“To give me a good life?” She nodded sarcastically. “It was two years ago, Garry. You left me hurt and puzzled? You left me helpless and pointless on how to go on with life without you. How could you expect me to understand your reasons? ” She said it well, she knew.
“I left for our future, but I was afraid of asking you to wait”. Garry almost couldn’t speak it out, but at least he did it, and everything just went out. “But I realized I was wrong. I can’t do it without you.”
Silence conquered the entire area.
“And what is this now all about?” her voice was full of question.
“We need to talk Sheila, and I have no other way of doing so –”
“– than abducting me?” Sheila’s voice was filled with bitterness.
“I know you’re angry –”
“ – of course I am, Garry! What do you expect from me?” Sheila started to cry.
“I’m sorry…”
“Sorry? Okay, okay”, she shrugged. “You’re sorry. I think I can go?” she looked at him.
“No!” Garry said it loud. His voice was determined and full of command. “I still have more to say. Please listen!” he looked straight to Sheila’s eyes.
“Then, say it now! Garry, I was rushing to catch up a very important business conference. You don’t know the delay you’ve done!”
“You’ve grown up tough”, he regretfully said.
“Tough? Yes, I am. Life has made me tough, Garry.” She smiled with her eyes full of bitterness.
“I’m sorry, it’s just…” Garry was certain he needed to finish all things out, win or lose. “…I can’t forget you and I’m expecting for more, Sheila”.
“Like what?”
“Like going to church…”
Sheila remained standing, staring at the person in front of her, who left her two years ago.
“Make it clear, Garry”.
“…Marriage…” he blushed. "Please give me a second chance."
“Do you think I will accept your proposal?"
“Yes, i feel it.”
“How sure are you?”
“Because you don’t have someone else, I gamble”.
“What if I’ll refuse? I can sue you for abducting me” she looked at him through his eyes.
“I’ll kill myself for leaving you alone, bugging you over the phone, abducting you… and losing you.”
Garry moved out to hide the tears that started falling down. He knew life could be different without her; and it was all his mistakes. However, he couldn’t regret for at least he gave an attempt to resolve his mess; though abducting her was a harsh one.
“Hey!” Sheila shouted.
“What?” Garry replied without looking back.
“Where are you going?”
“I’m setting you free. You can now catch your business conference”.
“You’re leaving me again? You didn’t know the damages you’ve done. I suffered for a couple of years. I was not able to catch up the conference because you’re abducting me!”
“I’m so sorry!”
“I’m not yet finished. Could you please turn around? I hate talking at your back!”
Garry turned around and tearfully smiled. They both smiled.
The End
Monday, December 15, 2008
Tanka
Have you ever experienced dancing? Have you ever wanted to? Today, I take you to poetry themed to dancing and your feeling about it. And to make it even more challenging, why don’t you explore to the world of Tanka?
Tanka is a Japanese syllabic form composed of 5 lines and arranged into a tercet (3 line stanza), followed by a break and then the final couplet. Tanka syllable is structured to 5-7-5-7-7 pattern.
In my attempts to Tanka mixed with my feeling about dancing, I have written two versions of poetry and successfully expressed my deep feeling about dancing. Read on.
Dancin’ Shatter
Footwork, shake, rotate
Kick the floor, move the beat, stance
Back flip head-spin – ouch!
Face to the floor – smashed and hushed
Never ever dance too fast!
Dread ‘n Dance
Music played, beat’s fast
Partner’s here and she was there
Hand’s sweats, body’s shake
Forward step, bend and rotate
Fast and fast until she dropped!
Tanka is a Japanese syllabic form composed of 5 lines and arranged into a tercet (3 line stanza), followed by a break and then the final couplet. Tanka syllable is structured to 5-7-5-7-7 pattern.
In my attempts to Tanka mixed with my feeling about dancing, I have written two versions of poetry and successfully expressed my deep feeling about dancing. Read on.
Dancin’ Shatter
Footwork, shake, rotate
Kick the floor, move the beat, stance
Back flip head-spin – ouch!
Face to the floor – smashed and hushed
Never ever dance too fast!
Dread ‘n Dance
Music played, beat’s fast
Partner’s here and she was there
Hand’s sweats, body’s shake
Forward step, bend and rotate
Fast and fast until she dropped!
Tritina
There are lots in poetry in which we can explore more of our imagination power using a variety of artistic approaches touched with some writing technicalities. Here, let’s join this unique style of poetry called Tritina. A tritina is a 10-line poem that doesn’t use any rhyme scheme. It consists of 3 stanzas and a final line which uses the 3 words in the starting sequence. A tritina follows this pattern:
A..B..C…
C..A..B…
B..C..A…
A,B,C…
In my attempt to Tritina, I played around three powerful words – love, heart, and time. Here’s what I’d come up after an hour challenge.
IF I AM CUPID
A Thousands of words, I can write about love
B The joy and beauty it brings to a nymph’s heart
C But why does my story lead to a wrong time?
C If loving an imperfect person perfectly takes a long time
A Perhaps, I can write a million in finding the greatest love
B Yes! I say, healing is torment for a wounded heart!
B Cupid, where have you been when the scream of my heart…
C Was a cure to its wound brought by irksome time?
A Or, shall I say wrong time is so cruel in giving the right love?
A, B, C Wish I am Cupid so I endow the greatest love to a heart that doesn’t deserve a wrong time.
A..B..C…
C..A..B…
B..C..A…
A,B,C…
In my attempt to Tritina, I played around three powerful words – love, heart, and time. Here’s what I’d come up after an hour challenge.
IF I AM CUPID
A Thousands of words, I can write about love
B The joy and beauty it brings to a nymph’s heart
C But why does my story lead to a wrong time?
C If loving an imperfect person perfectly takes a long time
A Perhaps, I can write a million in finding the greatest love
B Yes! I say, healing is torment for a wounded heart!
B Cupid, where have you been when the scream of my heart…
C Was a cure to its wound brought by irksome time?
A Or, shall I say wrong time is so cruel in giving the right love?
A, B, C Wish I am Cupid so I endow the greatest love to a heart that doesn’t deserve a wrong time.
Tuesday, December 9, 2008
Tale of Silence
I waited for moment to cure
Timeless and irksome tale, I was buried for
I was on a journey down to miserable road
And though I tried, life’s remained a fold.
I asked for little time, enough to love more
Uncertain, still hope inside was there
That someday as I stood, heart’s totally yours
Yet I woke to find, life’s remained so cruel.
You were vanished, exactly when I got healed
Just as my heart was about to bestow for
The love and faith we both deserved
Again, life’s so empty, too fraught!
Silence became hell of nightly misery
Why heart? Why so frail?
Wonder if could stand from this deep fall?
Now, I’m left longing for your return.
I ran each corner, reaching for you
But you stood at dark, I couldn’t see
If I beg you home, would I find you?
Then I took courage, saying I love you so!
More to follow...
-Glimpse of Hope
-Grow to Die
-Vanished
-Pledge
-Astray
Timeless and irksome tale, I was buried for
I was on a journey down to miserable road
And though I tried, life’s remained a fold.
I asked for little time, enough to love more
Uncertain, still hope inside was there
That someday as I stood, heart’s totally yours
Yet I woke to find, life’s remained so cruel.
You were vanished, exactly when I got healed
Just as my heart was about to bestow for
The love and faith we both deserved
Again, life’s so empty, too fraught!
Silence became hell of nightly misery
Why heart? Why so frail?
Wonder if could stand from this deep fall?
Now, I’m left longing for your return.
I ran each corner, reaching for you
But you stood at dark, I couldn’t see
If I beg you home, would I find you?
Then I took courage, saying I love you so!
More to follow...
-Glimpse of Hope
-Grow to Die
-Vanished
-Pledge
-Astray
Friday, December 5, 2008
Limerick
A limerick is a five-line poem with a strict form, originally popularized in English by Edward Lear. This form of poetry is written with one couplet and one triplet. It follows a rhyme pattern of AA BB A with lines 1, 2, 5 (containing 3 beats and rhyming), and lines 3 and 4 (composed of two beats rhyming). Most of the time, a limerick is made of hyperbole, onomatopoeia, idioms, puns, and other figurative devices. Limericks are witty or humorous, and sometimes obscene with humorous intent. The last line of a good limerick contains the punch line or ‘heart of the joke’.
In my attempt to limerick, I got two versions after an hour challenge. Enjoy reading...
There was a young woman from Kamuning
Who caught the bus in the morning.
It said on the door:
“Don’t spit on the floor!”
So, she jumped up and spat on the ceiling.
NOTE: Thanks Paperbag Writes for the proper attribution and making this piece an inspiration!
http://paperbagwrites.wordpress.com/page/2/
NOTE: Thanks to My Writing Exercise for the feature & inspiring attribution!
http://mywritingexercises.blogdrive.com/archive/15.html
Here's another piece of limerick> Enjoy reading.
3 A pin and a pen in a pan
3 Were given wishes, a wisecrack one!
2 “Preen me with a pen”, the pin asked.
2 “Pen me with a pin”, the pen asked.
3 Confused, they were pinned through the pain in the pan.
Ops…I’ve done my part. It’s your turn to write your version.
In my attempt to limerick, I got two versions after an hour challenge. Enjoy reading...
There was a young woman from Kamuning
Who caught the bus in the morning.
It said on the door:
“Don’t spit on the floor!”
So, she jumped up and spat on the ceiling.
NOTE: Thanks Paperbag Writes for the proper attribution and making this piece an inspiration!
http://paperbagwrites.wordpress.com/page/2/
NOTE: Thanks to My Writing Exercise for the feature & inspiring attribution!
http://mywritingexercises.blogdrive.com/archive/15.html
Here's another piece of limerick> Enjoy reading.
3 A pin and a pen in a pan
3 Were given wishes, a wisecrack one!
2 “Preen me with a pen”, the pin asked.
2 “Pen me with a pin”, the pen asked.
3 Confused, they were pinned through the pain in the pan.
Ops…I’ve done my part. It’s your turn to write your version.
Dark Confession
An acrostic (from the late Greek akróstichon, from ákros, "top", and stíchos, "verse") is a poem or other writing in an alphabetic script, in which the first letter, syllable or word of each line, paragraph or other recurring feature in the text spells out another message. A form of constrained writing, an acrostic can be used as a mnemonic device to aid memory retrieval. A famous acrostic was made on the Greek for the acclamation JESUS CHRIST, GOD'S SON, SAVIOUR which in Greek is: Iesous CHristos, THeou Uios, Soter (ch and th being each one letter in Greek and u is also y). The initials spell ICHTHUS same as ICHTHYS, Greek for fish; hence the frequent use of the fish by early Christians and up to now as a symbol for Jesus Christ.
In my attempt to Acrostic poetry, I put into context my real name. Observe carefully, and you'll have an idea of who I am. I faced an hour challenge to come up this poem called...
DARK CONFESSION
Lament of the past, an anguish to cure,
Ungodly hatred turned demented like hell,
I waited for time, enough for me to return.
Despite the slumbering days, I was left imprisoned,
An agony so deleterious took me to nowhere.
Compliment and honor I never thought of,
Alluring maleness seemed rare to find for a
Broken heart that took years to heal,
An ambiguous sentiment no nymph may wish for.
Tough! They said I was! But –
Alone and empty feeling, senseless fellows didn’t see.
Nightly misery made a rotten heart,
Awoke to enjoy enough the world’s splendor!
Note: Thanks to Paperbag Acrostic for the feature & attribution
http://paperbagacrostic.blogspot.com/2008/11/dark-confession.html
In my attempt to Acrostic poetry, I put into context my real name. Observe carefully, and you'll have an idea of who I am. I faced an hour challenge to come up this poem called...
DARK CONFESSION
Lament of the past, an anguish to cure,
Ungodly hatred turned demented like hell,
I waited for time, enough for me to return.
Despite the slumbering days, I was left imprisoned,
An agony so deleterious took me to nowhere.
Compliment and honor I never thought of,
Alluring maleness seemed rare to find for a
Broken heart that took years to heal,
An ambiguous sentiment no nymph may wish for.
Tough! They said I was! But –
Alone and empty feeling, senseless fellows didn’t see.
Nightly misery made a rotten heart,
Awoke to enjoy enough the world’s splendor!
Note: Thanks to Paperbag Acrostic for the feature & attribution
http://paperbagacrostic.blogspot.com/2008/11/dark-confession.html
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