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."