mouse

There's nothing more gratifying than trying and succeeding, and even when you do not succeed at least you know that you tried.

haha

Athena woke up one day after Christmas after having a very scary dream. Tito, her cat, sat on her lap as she stared at the white ceiling above her. Athena was confused. She had had the weirdest of dreams as of late, but the one from last night was the weirdest one yet. She squinted at the ceiling and tried to recall the dream from last night. The dream that had woken her up in fright. The dream went like this. Athena recalled the following.

The dream from last night was in the first-person point of view. Athena was the main character. In the dream, she ran up an endless amount of stairs through dark hallways that were almost pitch black. She could not tell if she was in a house, mansion, or hotel. All she could feel was dark wooden stairs under her feet from stairwell to stairwell. Athena ran and sometimes when she ran, she ran past windows whose glass had been broken. From the corner of her right eye, Athena could see snow with a grey tint falling. The snow fell slowly and sometimes graced her cheek as she ran by. After running for what felt like a marathon, Athena reached the last stairwell which led her to a ledge. Athena did not see the ledge so she fell over the edge into darkness.

Athena opened her eyes to feel Tito on her lap. She awoke from the dream very confused. It probably meant nothing, so Athena stood up to grab a bowl of cereal from the kitchen to forget the bad dream. What a dream to have one day after Christmas.

life update

One two three... Say words that come to your mind in one minute with the last letter of a word being the first letter of the next word. No words can repeat.

And go!

1. pineapple
2. evil
3. liquid
4. deer
5. rider
6. river
7. rabbit
8. tiger
9. red
10. downward
11. dream
12. mother
13. rain
14. nerd
15. dread
16. damp
17. pepper
18. road

Something I discovered: I thought of a lot of words that began with r and ended with r. Also, I discovered that I thought of words that ended with d.

chipped black nails

It was 8:30 am in the morning and Athena barely woke up. Her alarm was set to seven, so she could relax that morning. Her class began at nine. She did not want to worry to get to class on time. After the annoying alarm beeped, Athena quickly changed from pajama pants and over-sized sweatshirt into dark red jeans and a periodic table of the elements shirt. She put on a black sweater, grabbed her backpack, and ran out of the door at 8:40 am. In fifteen minutes, she would get to school. Five minutes later, her class would start.

As Athena drove she liked to look at the people on the street.

A tall man stood at a corner bus stop eating two donuts and drinking a small coffee. He wore a brown jacket and jeans. His blond hair flowed in the wind while he took a bite of one of the donuts.

"I wish my hair was as luscious as his," thought Athena.

Then, a lady jogged with her dog on the sidewalk. Since it was going to rain, she wore a pink raincoat and rain boots. She didn't even look uncomfortable. Also with a pink raincoat and rain boots, the lady jogger's dog ran in the drizzling rain.

“What a weird thing to wear while running,” commented Athena.

Afterward, a small kid ran for a ball that rolled across the street. Luckily there were no cars, except for Athena's car one block away. When the kid reached the other side of the road he raised his hands high into the sky triumphantly. Then he walked into a pet store nearby.

"Why isn't he is school?" asked Athena.

There weren’t many people on the street today. Thirteen minutes into her drive and while at a red light, Athena spotted a little old lady with a grocery cart full of groceries attempting to cross the street. Her grocery cart was stuck on the curb, though. She pushed and pushed, but it would not budge. Athena considered pulling over to help, however, the red light would not change. Finally, the grocery cart budged. It went. It moved. It allowed the little old lady to advance. Athena was so happy to see the little old lady move again that she grinned so big her mouth hurt. The little old lady could finally take her groceries home or wherever she was going. As Athena drove past the little old lady, she grinned even more.

“What a wonderful thing to see this morning,” said Athena.

peanut butter can be candy? whut?

MADE UP DIALOGUE

"I was sort of joking sort of nah, but then what I said was taken seriously so it was more nah, so I wasn't joking more than what I was."

- This sounds like something intricate to say. 

Thanksgiving Haiku, Ahem

*sits down at kitchen table, folds hands in front of self, looks at family members as they sit, looks down at table, and finally speaks*

"I have written a haiku poem for this occasion. Please do not laugh or cry or eat until I am done."

(silence)

Turkey

I saw the turkey

It gave me overwhelming

Fright, now eat quickly.

*looks up at family members*

"Thank you. Thank you berry much."

I called a shoulder blade a razor blade

Tito & Tita

Two birds were talking, one was named Tito and the other Tita.

Scene: Tito sits on an oak tree branch. Tita lands next to him.

Tita 

Hey! What are yah doin'?

Tito 

Oh, you know nothing just here looking out at the wilderness.

Tita

Oh yeah? What specifically are yah lookin' at?

Tito 

Nothing really much, just how the snow slowly melts as the day goes by.

Tita 

Wait? How long yah been here sitting on this oak tree branch?

Tito 

What do you mean?

Tita 

Yeah. It's almost one in da afternoon and yah said, let me quote yah, 'as the day goes by."

Tito 

I've been here since eight. Just staring at the snow melt.

Tita 

Dayum dude! And you ain't eaten yet?

Tito 

Yeah, I ate a worm that landed next to me when it fell from one of the top branches.

Tita 

And that's all yah eaten?

Tito 

Yeah.

Tita 

Well yah sure does have a strong fascination for dah melting snow 'cause I would've scrammed out a here a long time ago. Mah guts would've been screaming by now.

Tito 

Well, you know, it's not often that you watch snow melt.

Tita 

You got that right! Well, how long you gonna stay here perched on this here oak tree branch?

Tito 

Oh, I don't know. Maybe until nighttime?

Tita 

'Till nighttime?!

Tito 

Yes, until nighttime.

Tita 

Dayum! You sure is a strong birdy 'cause I would've scrammed out of here a long time ago.

(silence)

Tita (cont.)

 Well Tito, I'm gonna leave 'cause I am hungry. You want some of them worms from some of the tree branches above?

Tito

 No thank you. I just want to watch the snow melt.

Tita

 Okay, see yah around Tito and don't let anyone tell you you are a weird birdy.

Tito

 All right Tita.

(Tita flies away)

different literary criticisms

If someone asked you at this very moment this question:
What did you want to be when you were younger?


What would you say? What would you reply?

I would say,

"A shark-rich lady,
veterinarian,
architect,
baker,
aerospace engineer,
marine biologist,
and pastry chef."

acting fundamentals

I wrote a haiku, I think.

Unmovable

Chair in a corner

facing hallway always, so

wall drips solitude.

rest my chemistry

Today in my Junior seminar class we had a presentation where we were divided into groups of five. There were fifteen people in my class today. Then, one of my classmates in my group began a discussion about delicate topics. When one of my classmates talked about her relationship with her father my group of five lost it. We cried like we had never seen each other cry before.
I said, "Wow, all of our eyes are watery" because they were and we laughed slightly.
My classmate talked about machismo and how her father embodies it and how she wishes he didn't because it prevents her from having a close relationship with him.
We all talked about our relationships with our fathers. Well, my group and I barely know each other and there we were crying so much. It was liberating and our talk made me see things more clearly in some aspects of my life.
Who would have thought you could cry with a group of students you barely know?
- Lety

hot chocolate

I just chose my classes for next semester and all I can say is "Ahhh" because I am excited.

the end has no end

I met Sandra Cisneros today and I asked her for writing advice and this is what she said:

She said that I must join a writing group and write with them.
Then, I must improve upon my writing by joining a workshop where writers review and critique each others writing.
She asked me how often I write.
I said every other day or at least I try to.
Then, she asked me what type of writing I wanted to do and I said film writing, and/or novels.
She then replied that she couldn't really help me with the film writing because she doesn't know much about that area.
But, she did tell me that if I want to write short stories and novels I should join a group of writers and write with them.
Now, I have decided to take Writing Fiction at my University next semester.
Let's see where life takes me.
I believe in destiny.

two servings in a bag, I was tricked

It was 11:00 pm and Alicia sat in the school hallway. Her phone was almost dead and all the offices were closed. She sat waiting for the call "I'm here" from her sister, Valentina, who was on her way to pick her up.
"It's so cold here," she said after a while and walked to the vents on the wall that pushed warm air into the hallway. She sat down with her back in front of one of the vents and ate fruit snacks from the vending machine in one of the lower floors. She felt tired, so she lowered her head on her lap. Ten seconds passed when she heard a voice behind her, "Alicia, I'm down the hallway."
Alicia lifted her head quickly and turned around. The vent was behind her. She said nothing. Then the  voice said again, "Alicia, I'm down the hallway."
Alicia jumped to her feet and slowly turned her head to the right.

"Who's there?" she asked hesitantly. There was no reply. Then warm air from the vent swept across her face and with the air came a voice again, "Alicia, I'm down the hallway."
"Valentina is that you?" Alicia asked. Her sister must be playing a joke on her. There was silence.
In this moment, Valentina pulled up in front of the school as she dialed Alicia.
Alicia spoke again, "Valentina, stop playing games with me."
After she spoke, her phone began to ring. The air from the vent turned cold. Alicia was too scared to answer the phone. Her body was frozen in place. Why would Valentina be calling her on her phone if she was down the hallway? The phone stopped ringing.
As Valentina dialed again from the car, Alicia found it difficult to move. A black figure appeared at the end of the hallway. Her phone rang again and went directly to voicemail.
"Ali, I'm outside. Hurry up. Hurry up, Ali. It's freezing out here."

donuts with strawberry jelly

The pillow felt heavy as he opened his eyes. The sun was setting and the crowd outside had stopped talking. His wife stood leaning over the balcony. The man slowly stood from the bed and walked to her. The woman did not turn around, but she felt him approach.
"Stop right there," she said to her husband.
"What are you doing dear?" he asked. The woman then turned around slightly, crying. She pointed at the sky and said melancholically, "I just, I just want to be a star in the sky."
"But you are the universe to me already," he replied and walked to her.
The woman remained silent. She reached into her pocket and took out a small yellow star and said to her husband, "If I am your universe. Then you are my star."

i think we should run, run, run, run

People pass past pretty performers.

Orange or oregano or otherwise obtained.

And an apple appeared after an ant advanced ahead.

Be better bee because bees become beautiful!

Lampshades look like little lollipops.

Dear, do dream down don't draw dawn.

How have his heavy hands handled harmony?

Roaring rivers run reversed.

overwhelming my heart

I cannot wait. I really cannot wait to go to film school. I cannot wait to be in the next generation of filmmakers. Just the thought of it gets my heart racing. In fact, my heart is racing right now, Ahhh... This feeling is overwhelming. I want to cry from joy. I want to make people feel feelings. I want to make people cry, laugh, be mad, sad, remorseful, confident, energized, and scared. I cannot wait to tell stories that have the potential of changing people's lives for the better. Ahhh...

So here is a story.

Today, I really wanted to see Inside Out and my sister, Diana, and I went to every Redbox close to our home, but the movie was not in anyone. It had been rented in all kiosks. Even though I was not able to get a copy of Inside Out I felt very happy. "Everyone is watching the movie," I remember thinking. I was, still am, very happy. "I'll watch it later. It's not the end of the world," I thought. I haven't seen the movie but hope to see it soon. I think it will make me cry. It must be a beautiful creation. I know it has to be.

Then,

while Diana and I looked for the movie at the last kiosk a family of four, a mother, father, and two little girls ran happily to the kiosk where we stood. They stood behind us and the little girls jumped around. The little girls were so happy to be renting a movie. They got me thinking, "Wow, I hope to make people so happy some day." I almost cried. I feel like crying. It is people like those little girls that I want to make films for. Just the thought of their reactions is overwhelming my heart.

It's been four days, I know, but University

I wrote a scary story that is not so scary.

There was once a man who was in his bathroom when he wondered what was under his bathtub because he would hear noises from time to time. He grabbed the drill in his garage and drilled a hole in his bathtub. When he was able to make a big enough hole he looked inside, but couldn't see anything. Thus, he drilled even more until the hole was bigger. Once the hole was so big he could jump in if he wanted to; he looked inside again. Beneath his bathtub was a deep hole with such an immense depth that it made him curious to throw something inside. He grabbed the closest object to him, which was a plastic cup. He threw it inside and after a while he heard a thud and nothing more.
"Hmmm... That was peculiar," he said and shrugged his shoulders. As he turned around to leave his bathroom, he heard a raspy voice, "You've set me free and you hit me."
The man turned around and was never seen again.
When people went to search for him at his house after endless phone calls, they found that nothing was different. The man had disappeared. A friend who spoke Spanish said, "A lo mejor so lo trago la tierra."

coffe cakes and cheesecake

I have several questions:

What would you do if someone you loved or was a huge part of your life never talked about you again or acknowledged that you were ever there?

What if that someone suddenly left from your life? 

What if that person wrote a book explaining their whole life and left you out?

Would that mean you were never part of their life?

Then what happened to knowing them?

Was it all fake?

Would you feel betrayed?

What would you do?

i made the worst coffee ever today, maybe

"Damn right I said that! Now what are you going to do about it?" is what I always imagine myself saying to someone who wants to confront me on a matter or issue that we disagree on.

water bottles walk on water

I have thought of this before.




You never really know what anyone is doing except yourself. If someone is with you in the same house even in the same room you do not know entirely what the person is doing, right?


Your mom, dad, sister or brother might be eating secret candy they hid from you
or they might be solving the next big mathematical proof
or scribbling in a secret notebook
or writing the next big single
or eating your favorite ice cream that you didn't know you had
or staring at a wall with no purpose
or dancing in front of a mirror
or building a fort out of cushions
or playing basketball with a trash can and paper
or closing their eyes
or blinking rapidly
or reading a book that is making them silently cry and they don't want anyone to see.


You may not know what anyone is doing. Who knows? I don't know. You don't know. We will never know what other people are entirely doing, right?

lemon and honey cough drops

What do you think of when you sit alone in a dark room in the nighttime?
Or you sit in a room with the light on?
Does an open window cause chaos or comfort?
Does it distract or immerse you in the nighttime?
Do your thoughts halt or flow with the endless swirls of darkness before you?
If you close your eyes.
What happens to the nighttime?
If you open them.
Is the darkness the same?

nieve de café

I have realized that I haven't written in this blog in a really really long time, so this is my maybe final attempt to revive this blog. In order for me to remember or just begin to write, I have come up with several rules.


First:
I will write on here every day no matter how long or short.


Second:
I can write fiction, non-fiction, poetry, or basically anything as long as I write.


Third:
Whatever I write on here has to be new. It cannot be something I am writing for a class or the creative writing club or for the newspaper or anything else.


Fourth:
I will have fun and even though writing can feel laborious it is always inspiring.


That is all.

iced coffee

Every time I write something and I actually finish I feel so accomplished. I get all these emotions, but mostly excitement and stuff. Writing is truth man, writing is the truth when everything else feels like a lie.

ouch

I keep forgetting what time it is so when I check the time I can't decide whether too much or too little time has passed since the last time I checked.