If you read my previous post you’ve learned that I’m starting to open up more on the story of my anxiety here on 4therace. This is my first time opening up about it, so I hope I increasingly grow better at expressing myself over time. Perhaps I didn’t explain the history of my anxieties too well, or it isn’t clear how exactly I feel when I’m anxious.
If you haven’t already, feel fread to read the Fictitious Future Fridays #2 in order to participate in this week’s……
Now that you’ve chosen whatever location that magic spark has taken you and you’ve selected your tour guide, it’s time to face a crossroad in your journey. Whether you want to explore the galaxy with Han and Chewie, I’m looking at you Michael J. Miller, or you simply want to visit a snowy park at nighttime, like me, your journey is now asking you to make a decision. A sign which writes “road to success” directs you to turn right. Another sign which writes “don’t go right” directs you left. The navigator, your trusted person you chose to explore your world with you, urges you to go right. Which direction do you go?
My answer: Given that my navigator is my late grandmother, my gut would tell me to listen to her and go right. But given the ambiguity of the sign going left that literally tells me “don’t go right”, I’d want to go left. Why shouldn’t I go right? It promises me success so what can go wrong? What’s there? On the other hand, the leftwards sign tells me don’t go right but doesn’t promise me anything if I choose to go left!!!!! The paradox …..
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If you haven’t already, feel free to read the last Fictitious Future Friday in order to participate in this week’s
The magic pink spark has taken you to the place you wished for last week. Not only does it have the ability to transport you across reality, space, and time but it also can tap into your conscious. In order to explore wherever it has taken you, the spark has selected someone that you know/knew to be your guide in this journey. Who is this person? Why do you think you have selected them.
My answer: I think it would be my late grandmother. I have slept with one of her bed sheets almost everyday since her passing (it’s been 7 years) and her spirit is somewhat a form of protection. She would be the perfect person to guide me in this journey….
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This story is excerpt of an untitled screenplay I have been thinking about for a while. It tells the story of a girl, Nina, who is about to get married to her fiance of about 2 years. Her fiance doesn’t spend too much time with her though as he is huge part of the family business which involves him working overseas with his father. Nina questions their relationship after he misses her birthday. She then spends the next day entirely with her long time friend Elt. This excerpt takes place at the conclusion of what was a day of fun that the two have spent with each other. Feel free to read it in Microsoft Word format or in PDF.
Let me know what you think in the comments below.
You are placed in a dark room with a complete stranger. You can’t see them, they can’t see you. In the darkness you begin to engage in conversation with he/she. They share the same interests, listen to the music you love, watched your favorite films, ; you absolutely love them. You are elated, entranced. Late nights staying up thinking whether you’ll find that one person on this planet who actually understands you have paid off, you have found them. They have possibly found you.
A circular room. Ten bodies lay on their respective boards during the hours of slumber. One of which was dissimilar to the rest. She lay awake on the slant of her board contemplating. Unlike most, she placed a hand on her heart to see if it was there. No pulse.
“I am not alive” she whispered.
Hatred. It is assumed that this idea has been embedded in the human conscience. That it is a part of our nature. It resides within our DNA. It is what makes us human. And why should we not assume so? Since the dawn of humanity man has known hatred better than he knows the stars in the sky. Man has known hatred better than the seas he fish in. Man has known hatred better than he knows himself.
I have come a long way with this blog and am quite impressed with the progress I have made as both a thinker and writer. I want nothing more than for this blog to improve its content and quality.
Fairly recently, I have turned this blog into a place where I also share some of my short stories. Short stories that I am really proud of writing as a teenager and short stories which, surprisingly, resonated well with some readers. Before I continue on and add new story arcs I thought that it was appropriate to re-tell some of the stories in a newer, more mature fashion. Mostly the [Translated For the Mind of A Third] Arc. I am doing this to see progression and maturity in my writing and hopefully tell this story-arc in a more clearer way.
I hope you enjoy the short-story posts which follow as well as my other posts.
Still, please feel free to check out my previous short-stories.
Part 7 of how “us” began.
YOU ARE A THIRD
THEY ARE THE FOURTHS [residents in another dimension]
At the post, the Leader (God) thought what was to be done with Darkness and the return of the shadows. The Sixth, our prime guardian, was overwhelmed with his previous encounters with Darkness and its exploitation of the Leader. The lonely Sixth questioned the importance of contributing at this post (our world), why the Leader had journeyed off into the cosmos with the others, and why the….. (the Sixth’s thoughts were stopped short). The Seventh spoke and proposed the greatest offer to the Sixths (our guardians). The Seventh gave each Sixth a specific power in order to protect this post from the emergence and possible proliferation of the shadows.