FEBRUARY 2019
” And when two such people encounter each other, and their eyes meet, the past and the future become unimportant. ”
-The Alcheimist, Paulo Coelho
This quote inspired me as a writer because the character in The Alchemist, by Paulo Coelho seeks a young woman and he instantly falls. This represents that when two individuals meet for the first time, and their eyes meet, the world begins to stop and everything else is not important.
An idea that came up in this story:
I froze. Not staring at the dark blue sky, or the daisies blooming along the fields by the mountain, but I froze as I caught the eye of the he girl standing across from me admiring the flowing daisies. My eyes locked with her eyes, and I felt like she had saw that same connection as she smiled back. At that moment nothing had mattered because I knew that when two such people encounter each other, and their eyes meet, the past and the future become unimportant.
“Quite of nowhere, just over the crest of a tiny slope, the grassy field broke out into a graveyard.”
– An Abundance of Katherines, John Green
Another one of my inspirations is of a setting in An Abundance of Katherines, when I was reading this line I felt a sense of imagery, and I was inspired to make my own setting using this line:
I trudged along the grassy field, slowly making my way towards a graveyard containing about forty gravestones and a knee high stone wall covered in slippery moss. My knees began to quiver, and my eyes began to dart from one engraved stone to the other. The names imprinted were the people that I had known. Tears slowly began to brush against my soft, blushed cheeks…
I am hoping to use these inspirations in future journal work and assignments, such as, my fictional short stories.
MARCH 2019
Inspiration #1:
“They walked in silence for a long time through dense, flat brush with thin trees rising straight and high all around them.”
– An Abundance of Katherines, John Green
Pebbles beneath their sandals as they stared at the ground. The sun lighting up the gloominess of the two of them. The silence was unbearable with the chirping of the beautiful birds but he knew he would not break it as he was imagining the blue ocean eyes of the person standing beside him. The dense, flat brush with thin trees rising straight and high all around them brought them closer than ever as it had surrounded and filled the emptiness and now bought affection that they had had for each other.
Inspiration #2:
Breadcrumb #1: Girl With A Lipstick, 1940
Tears dripped loosely down the softness of my scarlet cheeks. My eyes shut close contemplating the many reasons of even falling in love with him in he first place. Good memories of times he took his gentle hands to push back my luscious black hair and the constant whispers in my ears about how much he would always be there for me. I always smiled when I thought of this but now I am filled with dread and regret. On my left hand is my wedding ring that he slid effortlessly onto my finger… the first time he said I love you. Now I only feel hatred. In my other hand in between my fingers is the lipstick I used for my wedding, the one I used to kiss him after we both said, “I do”, for a loving and committed relationship for the rest of our lives. Those two words that make it official are now only just lies. I used the dark red lipstick and smeared in big bold letters… I HATE LOVE!
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APRIL 2019
Inspiration #1:
Writer’s Seminar-Rick Riordan
“Chaos is impatient. It’s random.And above all it’s selfish. It tears down everything just for the sake of change, feeding on itself in constant hunger. But chaos can also be appealing. It tempts you to believe that nothing matters except what you want.”
-Rick Riordan
- Anger is rough. It’s suspenseful. And above all it’s a heartbreaker. It tears down the love that you once had, taking away the pain. But anger can be given with a sigh of relief. It tempts you to believe that you can never stay angry again. Until next time…
- Love is beautiful. It’s suspenseful. And above all once you look into one’s eyes you never look at them the same way as you did a few minutes back. It makes your heart beat fast, feeding on the way they talk and smile. But love can be tragic. It makes you to feel that you may never love again once it’s over.
Inspiration #2:
Writer’s Seminar- Nicholas Sparks
“So it’s not gonna be easy. It’s gonna be really hard; we’re gonna have to work at this everyday, but I want to do that because I want you. I want all of you, forever,everyday. You and me.- Nicholas Sparks
Things fall apart. Slowly and desperately.The love that was once on the tip of your tongue has now vanished. When I said it was hard we got through things but today is another story. Vases shatter between us. Angry shouts pounding by our ears. Clothes thrown across the floor and the others neatly piled to escape. Tears dripping slowly and angrily. Repeating anytime the words became harsher. I come forward ready to push him out the door, but instead we embrace.
MAY/JUNE 2019
Inspiration #1:
Writer’s Seminar-Khaled Hosseini
“With the passing of time, she would slowly tire of this exercise. She would find it increasingly exhausting to conjure up, to dust off, to resuscitate once again what was long dead. There would come a day, in fact, years later, when [she] would no longer bewail his loss. Or not as relentlessly; not nearly. There would come a day when the details of his face would begin to slip from memory’s grip, when overhearing a mother on the street call after her child by [his] name would no longer cut her adrift. She would not miss him as she did now, when the ache of his absence was her unremitting companion–like the phantom pain of an amputee.”-Khaled Hosseini
Emulation
With the passing of time all will be lost but never forgotten. The pain stung. Blood slowly seeping through outlined within the fresh cut. Layers of skin divided into two and joining back again where the knife had not touched it. In a matter of time my body felt like it was about to say goodbye. There would come a day when my name would be passed by in a graveyard having little to no meaning. Just another one of those who have died.
Inspiration #2:
“Perhaps, then, Colin ought to have grown accustomed to it, to the rise and fall of relationships. Dating, after all, only ends one way: poorly. If you think about it, and Colin often did, all romantic relationships end in either (1) breakup, (2) divorce, or (3) death”-John Green
Emulation
My fingers slide delicately along the smooth gravestone, tracing the outline of his name centered in the middle. I sit focusing straight ahead at the dark grey rectangle in front of me despite of the loneliness I feel now that he is gone. The earth now separates us both between the dirt and the rocks. Within a matter of time he lays there long enough to decay. Eventually leaving none of him to remain, but the memories will always seem to stay.