The Write on Wednesday Spark - The nature of place
Think about a place in nature that feels special to you. Perhaps it is somewhere you visited as a child. Or maybe you share a special outdoor space with your own children. This place, this space will be your prompt for this week's writing exercise. Write about a particular natural geography, a natural place or space close to your heart. Tell us about the weather, the landform , the creatures who live there, what the place means to you and why. You can write prose fiction, poetry, non-fiction and/or a photographic narrative. You might mix the landscape with a personal story. Wherever the prompt take you...Let us peak into your place.
It seemed like thousands of steps to me back then. The number has decreased over time, but the experience is still the same. With every step you take -from one broken stone march to the next- you are transported through time. You imagine the thousands, tens of thousands of people who have climbed up the steep slope. Those who came in hope, hope for some solace, hope for protection or maybe to just find peace.
Now the reasons may be the same, there may be people just searching for something that they think lies in the past for that is all they see in the old stones that lie above them. I can only see a kind of sad beauty. Like that of a woman who in her prime would have spent her nights dressed in fine gowns and danced around the ballroom, and who -after so many years have passed- now only sees people in passing that she no longer recognizes or understands.
But even in her age, in her empty hallways no longer holding off the wind, in the rooms that no longer support the roofs that have long since died away, I find a everlasting beauty. Because even as the fortress falls to pieces there is one place where the beauty still grows.
You can feel the sweat pearling from your brows and down your neck by the time you reach the top of the stairwell. There are so many stairs to walk under the beating sun that many turn back, the children complain, in their minds there is nothing in the old fortress but the old ramblings of an unknown memory.
I am grateful for the solitude when I reach the top. To run my hands across the ancient stones and take the steps down the well known path to the place where the beauty lingers. To the four ancient trees. To the garden of time.
Tuesday, January 31, 2012
Wednesday, January 25, 2012
Write on Wednesday: 16
The Write on Wednesday Spark: Agent Chin- Wag
Pay attention to the conversations around you: at the dinner table, in the supermarket, while DVD Returning, wherever. You are looking for one line, one tiny sentence of dialogue. You may find your words lurking in a D&M or perhaps you will choose a phrase from everyday chatter. Write down your line. Use it to inspire your Write on Wednesday post. Keep your post on the short side: up to 500 words OR a 5 minute stream of consciousness exercise. Link your finished piece to the list and begin popping by the other links. Oh and enjoy.
REMEMBER: Creative writing is still on the WoW cards in 2012 but consider exploring other writing styles as well. Write fact or fiction. Link up a real life piece, a blog post, a Haiku, a letter, a poem, even a photography narrative. Tell us a STORY, by whatever means you fancy. Wherever the prompt takes you...
"What kind of a person would I be if I didn't at least listen?" he whispered softly against her ear.
She could feel his breath push through her hair, quickly replaced by the soft pressure of his fingers as he ran his hand from her face down to her back.
She loved that he always knew what to say. She would probably have laughed at another time in her life, thought that it was corny or rehearsed. But his eyes looked straight into hers and the honesty made the tears sting more than before.
She loved his words but that didn't change who she was.
She wasn't used to telling people her problems. She had never done much of it. She had never had anyone to talk to. Her cheek felt cold as the tear splashed against his hand. His thumb brushed up to push away any of the pain.
Her lips were brushed up by his passing thumb and the smile was pushed into place.
"Thank you." she breathed at him.
Pay attention to the conversations around you: at the dinner table, in the supermarket, while DVD Returning, wherever. You are looking for one line, one tiny sentence of dialogue. You may find your words lurking in a D&M or perhaps you will choose a phrase from everyday chatter. Write down your line. Use it to inspire your Write on Wednesday post. Keep your post on the short side: up to 500 words OR a 5 minute stream of consciousness exercise. Link your finished piece to the list and begin popping by the other links. Oh and enjoy.
REMEMBER: Creative writing is still on the WoW cards in 2012 but consider exploring other writing styles as well. Write fact or fiction. Link up a real life piece, a blog post, a Haiku, a letter, a poem, even a photography narrative. Tell us a STORY, by whatever means you fancy. Wherever the prompt takes you...
"What kind of a person would I be if I didn't at least listen?" he whispered softly against her ear.
She could feel his breath push through her hair, quickly replaced by the soft pressure of his fingers as he ran his hand from her face down to her back.
She loved that he always knew what to say. She would probably have laughed at another time in her life, thought that it was corny or rehearsed. But his eyes looked straight into hers and the honesty made the tears sting more than before.
She loved his words but that didn't change who she was.
She wasn't used to telling people her problems. She had never done much of it. She had never had anyone to talk to. Her cheek felt cold as the tear splashed against his hand. His thumb brushed up to push away any of the pain.
Her lips were brushed up by his passing thumb and the smile was pushed into place.
"Thank you." she breathed at him.
Monday, January 23, 2012
Monday's recommendation
I apologize in advance for what I am about to say... but I have been working so much that I have had no time to read these days and I am so tired right now this I can't even think of any books I've read in the past. (Especially considering that all my books are in a different country and I don't have the option to just browse through them and pick one to talk to you about.)
So I am going to leave you with this awesome short.
Watch it, enjoy it, probably download the amazing music afterwards (which they offer, I don't download anything illegally and don't see why people think that's OK...)
Here is the video of the short, Blood on my Name.
Got this image on their SoundCloud account, here.
So I am going to leave you with this awesome short.
Watch it, enjoy it, probably download the amazing music afterwards (which they offer, I don't download anything illegally and don't see why people think that's OK...)
Here is the video of the short, Blood on my Name.
Got this image on their SoundCloud account, here.
Saturday, January 21, 2012
Wednesday, January 18, 2012
Happiness of the day
So I'm making posts called Happiness of the day. I feel like this is needed because there is going to be a lot... what am I saying? There IS a lot of work at my school.
These posts will therefore enumerate the awesome happy moments to remember. Yay!
These posts will therefore enumerate the awesome happy moments to remember. Yay!
Today's happiness!
This image, that was posted on the blog Le Happy.
and the simple words:
"I always enjoy talking to you :)"
Write on Wednesday: 15
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The Write on Wednesday spark: The stories a tree could tell.
Take a look at the above photo (by Story). Use it to inspire your Write on Wednesday post. Keep your post on the short side: up to 500 words OR a 5 minute stream of consciousness exercise. Link your finished piece to the list and begin popping by the other links in the list.
So I am a big believer that we have to do everything we can to keep our planet green and healthy so you are forewarned that this is a story about what we are doing to the planet.
Time passes slowly when you have nowhere to go, nothing to see, no one to talk to. There is nothing but the same scenery, the same seasons, the same cycles of night and day. You know that forever when someone passes by, they will never stay and never become yours. Humans call it lonely, forgotten, deserted or forsaken.
Sometimes I wish I could talk to them. When I hears their whispers in my leaves -in the breeze as it brushes by- I dream that I can speak, so that I can tell them the truth.
I would tell them that time is infinite and no matter how much of it passes, there is only the experience of it that changes. I would tell them that because I stay in one place I can enjoy the changes that time delivers to the world, the good and the bad. I would show them their lives, their woes, their highs and the mark that they leave in my lines. No matter how long they come or go, I will know that they have been here at one time. I will remember.
Because time is infinite and their love and life will be remembered by those who continue. For I will tell the story to my children, to those who grow around me.
But there are no more children to remember.
Where have the children gone?
I wish I could speak to the humans. Their voices fill the air more and more. My leaves tremble and my roots are stopped.
I used to dream of speaking to the humans.
Tuesday, January 17, 2012
Yes please
So I've met this boy, quite the lovely boy but I won't talk about that right now.
This boy used to be a chef and, as such, knows much too many good things about the lovely city of Vancouver and the dining experiences here.
Cookies and Cream cupcake.
Yes there are no better cupcakes than the ones I've eaten just a few days ago at cupcakes, the original.
The best creamy and frothy frosting and moist, soft cake that leave you satisfied and not weighed down. Too good for words.
- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone
This boy used to be a chef and, as such, knows much too many good things about the lovely city of Vancouver and the dining experiences here.
Cookies and Cream cupcake.
Yes there are no better cupcakes than the ones I've eaten just a few days ago at cupcakes, the original.
The best creamy and frothy frosting and moist, soft cake that leave you satisfied and not weighed down. Too good for words.
- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone
Friday, January 13, 2012
The Dark Side
"You will always be fond of me. I represent to you all the sins you never had the courage to commit."
-The Picture of Dorian Gray, Oscar Wilde
Isn't this such an accurate description of the social phenomena of the bad boy, the anti-hero or the hero with a troubled past.
There are so many people out there who get themselves into the biggest problems to live up to the fame of someone they believed to be great. There are people who fall in love with the dark side of people's personalities and pay the price for that darkness later.
I am in no way accusing these people because I am one of them. There is an appeal to certain characters or people that have a dark side, something wild and untamed, but I like to read about these people not connect to them in real life. Mostly because the only difference I have with old Wilde's quote is that I don't lack courage to commit sins, I just don't want to do them. Though I am interested in the thought process of those who would commit these infractions I never once have been tempted to do them or suffer the consequences.
I pride myself in that a bit but sometimes I wonder if this lack of wayward thinking could limit my writing abilities, especially since I have troubled characters in my stories.
...I'll just have to be an excellent observer to compensate.
Do you ever wonder about these things?
-The Picture of Dorian Gray, Oscar Wilde
found this on google
Isn't this such an accurate description of the social phenomena of the bad boy, the anti-hero or the hero with a troubled past.
There are so many people out there who get themselves into the biggest problems to live up to the fame of someone they believed to be great. There are people who fall in love with the dark side of people's personalities and pay the price for that darkness later.
I am in no way accusing these people because I am one of them. There is an appeal to certain characters or people that have a dark side, something wild and untamed, but I like to read about these people not connect to them in real life. Mostly because the only difference I have with old Wilde's quote is that I don't lack courage to commit sins, I just don't want to do them. Though I am interested in the thought process of those who would commit these infractions I never once have been tempted to do them or suffer the consequences.
I pride myself in that a bit but sometimes I wonder if this lack of wayward thinking could limit my writing abilities, especially since I have troubled characters in my stories.
...I'll just have to be an excellent observer to compensate.
Do you ever wonder about these things?
Monday, January 9, 2012
The beauty of a piece
I'm going to write this post in the middle of a thought that is coursing through my mind. One that often develops when I find myself reading a particularly good book or thinking on some great idea a person many years ago thought of with a mind many times more developed than mine.
There is nothing in this world that inspires me, enthralls me, brings me to a place that the emotion is so great that it can not possibly be contained in my body and must be released in some manner; either by screaming or crying or whatever means of expression are at your disposal and in your abilities to use... I have a boundless admiration for people that can achieve this kind of emotion.
It does not matter what it is, it doesn't matter if I like it or anyone else likes it for that matter, but to have a feeling of absolute and utter love for something is an emotion that you should treasure. Something that you can never give up or throw away. I am envious of those who can experience it and I am so very happy that they exist.
So for you who is able to express and feel in this way. I send the kindest regards and my pure, unadulterated admiration.
There is nothing in this world that inspires me, enthralls me, brings me to a place that the emotion is so great that it can not possibly be contained in my body and must be released in some manner; either by screaming or crying or whatever means of expression are at your disposal and in your abilities to use... I have a boundless admiration for people that can achieve this kind of emotion.
It does not matter what it is, it doesn't matter if I like it or anyone else likes it for that matter, but to have a feeling of absolute and utter love for something is an emotion that you should treasure. Something that you can never give up or throw away. I am envious of those who can experience it and I am so very happy that they exist.
So for you who is able to express and feel in this way. I send the kindest regards and my pure, unadulterated admiration.
Sunday, January 8, 2012
Monday's recommendation
I'm writing this today because I have class all day tomorrow and.... Now get ready for this.... I have class from tomorrow, Monday 9th of January, until Saturday. An extra day you say?
No! We have class everyday from Monday 9th until Saturday 21st!
Yes! Almost two full weeks of school with no weekend or break. It is going to be an intense brain workout of the awesomeness of sound!!!
Alright. I'm sure most of everyone out there will have more time than me for a relaxing moment so I recommend to you this book, after leaving the recommendations for a little while. I'm making sure this is a good one.
The First book of The Chronicles of the Dragonriders of Pern
DragonFlight
by Anne McCaffrey
This is a series of books that I really adore but one that I can absolutely tell you, with complete surety, that the first book was by far my favorite and (in my humble opinion) the best.
Yes, yes I am a dragon lover and my love for dragons could never receive more of a gift than from a story like this one. The ideas behind the world that they live in are brilliant. I know many things have already been done, and yes this story carries that same classic fantasy feeling, but it's the little characteristics in the story that really give this book a unique punch.
We follow the story of Lessa the sole survivor of the noble family of the Ruatha Hold. When her family is killed by the usurper Fax, she disguises herself as a servant and -using her telepathic abilities- manages to escape notices and start to influence the downfall of her family house so that Fax will leave. It is during this time that F'lar, the wingleader of Benden Weyr, arrives at Lessa's family home to search for a candidate for the new queen egg that is to hatch.
Lessa's telepathic ability to influence people turns out to be much more that a slight nudge to the human mind when she discovers that she can converse with F'lar's dragon. Something that only a dragon and his rider should be able to do.
No! We have class everyday from Monday 9th until Saturday 21st!
Yes! Almost two full weeks of school with no weekend or break. It is going to be an intense brain workout of the awesomeness of sound!!!
Alright. I'm sure most of everyone out there will have more time than me for a relaxing moment so I recommend to you this book, after leaving the recommendations for a little while. I'm making sure this is a good one.
The First book of The Chronicles of the Dragonriders of Pern
DragonFlight
by Anne McCaffrey
This is a series of books that I really adore but one that I can absolutely tell you, with complete surety, that the first book was by far my favorite and (in my humble opinion) the best.
Yes, yes I am a dragon lover and my love for dragons could never receive more of a gift than from a story like this one. The ideas behind the world that they live in are brilliant. I know many things have already been done, and yes this story carries that same classic fantasy feeling, but it's the little characteristics in the story that really give this book a unique punch.
We follow the story of Lessa the sole survivor of the noble family of the Ruatha Hold. When her family is killed by the usurper Fax, she disguises herself as a servant and -using her telepathic abilities- manages to escape notices and start to influence the downfall of her family house so that Fax will leave. It is during this time that F'lar, the wingleader of Benden Weyr, arrives at Lessa's family home to search for a candidate for the new queen egg that is to hatch.
Lessa's telepathic ability to influence people turns out to be much more that a slight nudge to the human mind when she discovers that she can converse with F'lar's dragon. Something that only a dragon and his rider should be able to do.
Wednesday, January 4, 2012
The brilliance of VFS- an excited dedication
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| found this logo on Google |
Ah I am such a fan of my school! I know it's just the beginning and the stressful times are yet to come but I just need to mention how lucky I feel to be going to a school where there are literally:
NO teachers I do not like.
NO classes I don't look forward to
NO projects I look at and just wish I could crawl into a hole
(Note: this happened with maths portfolios in the past)
But there:
ARE teachers I look forward to seeing and talking to
ARE classmates that I appreciate and feel good working with
ARE moments where I want it to be time for class because I'm looking forward to working
Yes! You heard me right! Looking forward to working!
Even the more tedious jobs!
I've had Intro to Game Audio and Intro to Post Audio Editing in the two days back to school and every time I have another class I keep saying, I love doing this, I love doing that. I can't wrap my mind around all the things I like about this business.
Alright, excited moment has been vented.
Monday, January 2, 2012
Happy New Year!!!
It's the New Year! I can say with complete certainty that this New Year will be one that I will remember, and I hope (and think with almost complete certainty again) that it will be a great one.
It had better be I guess with the end of the world coming up and all. I feel like this is happening all the time, don't you?
I can tell you that the New Year is starting off pretty amazing and that the class members that I will spending this year with are some of the greatest, actually I think the greatest I've ever had. So you can imagine why there is so much excitement coming from my general direction for the year to come.
There may be a boy involved in all of this happiness but let's not go into that just yet.
In any case, I hope everyone else is having good premonitions for the year to come and that the New Year's celebrations were amazing (but no too crazy).
I'm making my New Year's resolution a single simple one:
-Stay positive and happy through all the strife to come
-When stressed, take a step back, breathe and continue knowing that you'll make it
It's going to be a year jam-packed with school work and I am going to do the best I can to make it a fantastic one.
It had better be I guess with the end of the world coming up and all. I feel like this is happening all the time, don't you?
I can tell you that the New Year is starting off pretty amazing and that the class members that I will spending this year with are some of the greatest, actually I think the greatest I've ever had. So you can imagine why there is so much excitement coming from my general direction for the year to come.
There may be a boy involved in all of this happiness but let's not go into that just yet.
In any case, I hope everyone else is having good premonitions for the year to come and that the New Year's celebrations were amazing (but no too crazy).
image from Google
I'm making my New Year's resolution a single simple one:
-Stay positive and happy through all the strife to come
-When stressed, take a step back, breathe and continue knowing that you'll make it
It's going to be a year jam-packed with school work and I am going to do the best I can to make it a fantastic one.
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