Flashfiction – Prompt 9

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Tell me about an adventure you would love to have – Prompt 9 from 365 Journal Writing Ideas

I am running down an alley way in the streets of London. I am chasing a man who is not far ahead of me. His black jacket whips in the air behind him as he runs. He shoves a stack of boxes to fall behind him as he continues down the alley. I leap over the obstruction without hesitation. He turns a corner and I follow to find myself face to face with a brick wall and the man no where in sight. I curse and study my surroundings.

Above me is an open window. I climb a nearby stack of crates and lower myself through the window. I jump down and land on a concrete floor in a relatively dark room. I hear a noise from the dark. I take a stun grenade from the small, leather satchel on my hip. The cobalt blue glass orb is the size of my palm and when I activate the trigger on the top it begins to glow. Slowly, I make my way toward the sound. I move step by step only slightly afraid of what might meet me in the dark.

I hear a loud crash somewhere to my left.

I turn and yell, “WHO’S THERE?”

Lights all around me flicker on loudly to reveal a room filled with Tesla coils and strange machines. A loud slow clapping rings through the air. I turn toward the sound to see a woman emerge from the shadows.

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Top 10 (Tuesday) Summer TBR

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Since I’m stuck in Shakespeare over the summer the required reading for the class is top of my list, unfortunately. We’ve already read As You Like It, which I really enjoyed, and Hamlet I skipped for now because Hamlet bores the ever loving hell out of me. I started Fellowship of the Ring back when I was at Easter Seals (which was a year ago already) and I had to hold off finishing it when I started classes. I’m hoping to get a chance to pick them back up when I start Tech. Writing in July. Anyways, here’s my Summer to be read list.

1. As You Like It

2. Hamlet

3. Troilus & Cressida

4. Othello

5. All’s Well That Ends Well

6. The Winter’s Tale

7. Fellowship of the Ring by J.R.R. Tolkein

8. The Two Towers by J.R.R. Tolkein

9. The Return of the King by J.R.R. Tolkein

P.S. I want to dye my hair so bad! I’ve been on a purple kick for a while, but this photo is starting to make me lean more towards blue. I’ve also started toying with the idea on an undercut. Though, I’m not entirely sure where the urge came from. I’ll most likely wait till Fall to decide on the undercut, it’s too hot to wear my hair down right now.



Top 10 (Tuesday) Books I’ve Read So Far This Year

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One of the mixed blessings that comes with studying Literature is that you are introduced to books you would have otherwise never have even picked up. While I don’t have a whole lot of time to read books that are on my own personal to read list, I do get to read books that most likely never would have made it to my list. Over the Spring semester I took Modern Fiction (because I haven’t said that enough times) and I loved just about every book that we read. My point is, nearly every book on this list was read for a class and not really because I was wandering through Half Price, picked up a book, and thought ‘hm this looks good’, but I am so glad I read each one. For once these are actually going to be in order, so I’m going to start with ten.

10. “The Yellow Wallpaper” by Charlotte Perkins Gilman
I’ve been assigned this story for six different courses, one even in high school, but I still really enjoy it. I may complain about having to read it one more time, but I still love it. It’s a great psychological (quasi) thriller with tons of feminist subtext to it that I never really saw until this past semester in American Lit.

9. “The Gilded Six-Bits” by Zora Neale Hurston
Another story that was assigned in my American Lit course. It’s actually a really sweet story at its core even though the middle is pretty sad, but the level of sadness is what makes it such a beautifully written story.

8. Dubliners by James Joyce
Dubliners is a collection of short stories written by James Joyce that are a bit strange because none of them really have much of an ending, but the crux of each is a character having some sort of epiphany. Joyce has a really interesting writing style which is a mix of stream of consciousness and character study. Each story is just as interesting as the last. Absolutely worth a read.

7. Passing by Nella Larsen
Passing is not only really well written but also about a really interesting subject that isn’t really talked about. During the late 20’s/early 30’s in the States, as long as you had a single ancestor who was of color you were considered “negro” and were therefore held at a lower status. Because of this some people of mixed race would “pass” as white so they could intermingle within white society without dealing with any racism. As you can imagine, this did not go over well with either side of society and caused a lot of problems. Now you know (and knowing is half the battle) and now that you have the back story you have no excuse not read this novella ;).

6. “Where Are You Going, Where Have You Been?” by Joyce Carol Oates
Joyce Carol Oates is one of my absolute favorites (even if she was frustratingly prolific). Her prose is absolutely poetic and her characters are so real in their pain and misplacement in the world. This particular story is actually based loosely on Bob Dylan and the sixties, as well as the more universal ideas of young girls trying to grow up before they’re actually ready to.

5. Mrs. Dalloway by Virginia Woolfe
This was my first time reading Virginia Woolfe and I loved it! Her writing is wonderful. Mrs. Dalloway is a stream of consciousness story which takes place over the span of a single day, and was actually written in response to James Joyce’s Ulysses which is written in the same style.

4. “The Metamorphosis” by Franz Kafka
“The Metamorphosis” is one of those classics that you can’t really get away with not reading if you decide to study Literature. The story is quite surrealistic and more questions are raised than they are answered, but it really is a good story. And even if it goes right over your head, at least you will be able to say that you’ve read it.

3. Sula by Toni Morrison
I have included Sula so many times on these lists already I am surprised you haven’t picked up a copy yet =P

2. The Sound & The Fury by William Faulkner
The Sound & the Fury is not a book for the faint of heart, the casual reader, or anyone without some kind of passion for Faulkner. Faulkner utilizes stream of consciousness to write this novel and it is told from four separate points of view, which doesn’t help the confusion. BUT if you do happen to get through it and understand what you just read, it is completely worth it. I cried. Multiple times.

1. The Stranger by Albert Camus
The Stranger is such an amazing book, I think I can honestly say it changed some part of my life. When I finished reading it I was so absolutely frustrated because the meaning was right there on the brink of my brain. I was so close to that “ah!” moment of understanding but I couldn’t get it pinned down just right for the moment to happen. Finally, after working on it for a final paper I figured it all out! But if I told you then that would be spoilers 😉


A Call for Betterment

As a student of literature I have learned many things. I have learned that literature and the act of writing is more than just telling a story, it is more than entertainment, it is more than words upon a page, it is the recording of the fluidity of human nature, human psychology, humanity in its entirety. I have learned that literature goes beyond race, nationality, gender, sexuality, because to create literature is to create a record of a human being and how that human being functions within the world they find themselves in. I have learned that to study literature is more than reading a work created by a human living in a realm since past, it is to study, capture, and further understand what it is to be human. I have learned that we are a strange, complicated, and tightly wound group of individuals who yearn and search for something, anything greater than ourselves, because as humans we are all missing something small and entirely significant within the labyrinth that is our inner selves and all we want in our short, fragile lives is to fill that missing space and that, my dear, is why literature exists; because not a single on of us has the answer and though some may come close, it will only fill the space until we find it riddled with holes, holes which will never be filled quickly enough for our insatiable need for fulfillment to be satisfied. Writers write not as a solution but as a path that maybe, someday might just lead to some sort of semblance to the solution for someone else’s empty spaces. Writers write to fill in the gaps of silence between spaces. Gaps that will never seem to be filled.

What gap am I attempting to fill with these words, scribbled frantically across a page when there are books to be read and assignments to be finished? I am trying to fill in the gaps that it seems we have, in our contemporary collapse of advancement, allowed to fall by the way side. Where is the beauty writers once strived for? Where are the perfect combinations of perfect syllables and perfect images that once left a reader perfectly breathless, unable to continue without first catching her breath, allowing the dizzying spin of life to sink in and calm enough before moving on along the page? Where are the final words that leave her clawing for air, questioning her existence and everything which surrounds it? Don’t just tell her a story to pass the time, tell her an epic tale which will lead her down the path to something more, something greater, something that will force her to search her soul for that missing piece. For numb is not an answer but the fingers you hide your eyes behind and just because you cannot see them does not mean that your gaps and your holes and your empty spaces are not still growing. And one of these days, while you are busy hiding, your empty spaces will swallow you whole and numb is all you will be capable of being because numb will be all that is left.

This is a call for betterment. Betterment of the literature we place into the hands of our daughters and our sons. We must learn not to settle for less than or for numb, but for beauty and fear, for something more, something that rattles us to the core and sets us back down upon that path to find pieces that will some how fill these spaces within. For even if we are unsuccessful, at least we tried and at least we have begun the path for another to continue. For I do not have the answers and neither do you, but maybe, if every one of us puts all of our terrified, fragile, collapsing cards out on the table we can piece together some sort of path, with all its twists and turns and traps and digressions, that just might, maybe, someday fill someone else’s spaces.


Top 10 (Tuesday) Books That Should Be in Your Beach Bag

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I’m honestly not a beach kinda girl. I have my mother’s Scottish heritage to thank for that. I don’t spend a lot of time on the beach nor do I spend a lot of time filling beach bags or thinking up what to read as I lounge on the beach. On top of improper summer ideals, I’m spending my summer in school this year, so I’m afraid I’m not the best person to ask about books and beaches, but I did come up with a list of books that for some reason make me think of summer and beaches, or at least good books to tune out the rest of the world to for a little while.

1. White Oleander by Janet Fitch

I don’t think I can ever say enough times how much I love White Oleander. The crux of the story takes place during the summer, which might be why I relate it to this season. That and the fact that oleanders bloom during the summer.

Read my review of White Oleander here.

2. Mermaid Summer by Lucy Cores

Apparently this book is hard to come by. I can’t even remember how I came across it but I read it back when I was at Easter Seals and I loved it. I honestly didn’t think I would enjoy it as much as I did since on the surface it’s primarily a romance novel, though at it’s core The Mermaid Summer is about a small beach town that is torn apart and is a wonderful character study at heart.

3. She’s Come Undone by Wally Lamb

I honestly think I only relate this book with summer because the cover has water on it. Either way, this is another character study which is beautifully written. It is terribly depressing and even I found moments reading it where I started wondering if anything good was going to workout for this girl, but if you can stick with it there is a remarkably beautiful ending waiting for you.

Read my review of She’s Come Undone here.

4. Failure to Zigzag by Jane Vandenburgh

Failure to Zigzag is one of those books that I am shocked never really became popular. It is beautifully written and a wonderful character study (can you tell I have a general “type”?). The narration borders on stream of consciousness which I recently learned to love this past semester in Modern Fiction. I’ve been wanting to reread this one for a while.

5. Perfume by Patrick Suskind

Perfume is a dark book but so good (oh look, another “type”). It is told from the perspective of Grenouille who is an odd sort of serial killer. I say odd because his motives for killing the women are…interesting. You’ll have to read the book to see what I mean, but it is sosososo good! Not even Alan Rickman and Ben Whishaw could do this book justice.

6. Chocolat by Joanne Harris

I’ve talked about Chocolat many times. It is amazing. A perfect example of magical realism, which is perfect for summer, if you ask me.

Read my review of Chocolat here.

7. The Girl with No Shadow by Joanne Harris

The sequel to Chocolat and the magical realism is in no amount of shortage, don’t worry! If you’ve read Chocolat and not The Girl with No Shadow you are doing yourself a disservice.

Read my review of The Girl with No Shadow here.

8. Sula by Toni Morrison

I talked about Sula in the friendship list, but summer and friendship kind of go hand-in-hand.

9. The Bloody Chamber and Other Stories by Angela Carter

The Bloody Chamber is a series of fractured fairy tales by Angela Carter. Some have more feminist overtones than others, but either way, this is a good book if you’re moving around a lot and need something you can divide your attention through out and not miss much, which is good for vacations….yeah, that’s why I said that.

10. The Stranger by Albert Camus

The Stranger is very existentialist and will leave you a bit lost at the end. The end especially is strange, but Camus writes with such beauty that it more than makes up for the strangeness. Also, the first part ends on a beach, so…look! Beach! I told you I wasn’t very good at this.


Top 10 (Tuesday) Books About Friendship

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It has been SO long since I’ve done a top 10! Forgive me, I have a (very) bad habit of disappearing for months at a time. Let’s just say I’m still figuring out how to deal with this whole “life” thing. ANYWAYS, this week’s list theme is books about friendship. I swear to you when I first jotted this down I thought up at least five right away and then when I sat down to write out the list today I could think up a grand total of one. So I ended up standing in front of my bookcase for a long time looking through all my books trying to think of some, which was actually harder than it would seem. I don’t read many books about friendship it seems. Every time I thought I had found one I realized that it was really more of a romance than a friendship, which is weird since I avoid anything too romance heavy. SO, I came up with six in the end. Here they are:

1. Sula by Toni Morrison
I actually wrote on this book a lot over this past semester for Modern Fiction and I don’t think I will ever tire of it. I know that some argue the book to be a lesbian novel, but I disagree. The friendship between Sula and Nel is so tight that I can understand some reading it to be a lesbian relationship, but since I have a friend who is basically a sister to me I completely relate to the deep level of friendship between the two characters. Also, is it strange that I totally want a The Princess and the Frog-esque animated film of Sula?

2. the Harry Potter series by J.K. Rowling
Do I really have to explain myself with this one? The entire series is about friendship and sticking together to overcome trials in life. Done.

3. The Lord of the Rings series by J.R.R. Tolkein
Another easy one. I really love the hobbits’ loyalty to Frodo. Even in the face of danger.

4. Passing by Nella Larsen
I hesitated to put this book on the list because it’s not about a positive friendship. Irene and Clare’s friendship isn’t the tightest nor the healthiest, but it is a friendship none-the-less. In a strange way the two are more “frenimies” than anything else. It counts!

5. To Kill a Mockingbird by Harper Lee
Though the main relationships of the story are familial, with the exception of Dill, I really feel that Boo Radley builds a sort of friendship with the children, or at least Scout. Even though they don’t really come into contact with each other until the end of the book, the two form a strange sort of bond from the beginning which builds into friendship. I like that idea; that two people can become friends over a shared experience. Also, the fact that Scout is so unafraid of Boo, not because she’s brave (even though she is) but because she doesn’t see anything to fear in him, she sees that he is human just like everyone else. I like that.

6. The Girl With No Shadow by Joanne Harris
I wish I could add this book to every list I create. This is another book where the friendship isn’t really a friendship, but the idea of friendship is still very important throughout. Even though Zozie’s intentions are not good, it is the “friendship” that she forms with Vianne and Anouk that forms much of the novel. It is also interesting to see how friendships can shape individuals, which is a strong theme within this novel. Read my review of this book here.



Top 10 (Tuesday) Favorite Authors in X Genre

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I don’t really stick within any one genre of books, but I do love poetry, which is why today I’ll give you a list of my top ten favorite poets (as usual, in no particular order).

1. Emily Dickinson

Through the Dark Sod — as Education —
The Lily passes sure —
Feels her white foot — no trepidation —
Her faith — no fear —

Afterward — in the Meadow —
Swinging her Beryl Bell —
The Mold-life — all forgotten — now —
In Ecstasy — and Dell —

2. John Keats

24. On first looking into Chapman’s Homer
MUCH have I travell’d in the realms of gold,
And many goodly states and kingdoms seen;
Round many western islands have I been
Which bards in fealty to Apollo hold.
Oft of one wide expanse had I been told

That deep-brow’d Homer ruled as his demesne;
Yet did I never breathe its pure serene
Till I heard Chapman speak out loud and bold:
Then felt I like some watcher of the skies
When a new planet swims into his ken;
Or like stout Cortez when with eagle eyes
He star’d at the Pacific—and all his men
Look’d at each other with a wild surmise—
Silent, upon a peak in Darien.

3. Rumi

Birdsong brings relief
to my longing
I’m just as ecstatic as they are,
but with nothing to say!
Please universal soul, practice
some song or something through me!

4. “obit”

Come out here with me
I’ve been swung from delirious expectation
to the only certain expectation
so I’ve put on this suit,
What’s the occasion?
It is celebration and it is farewell,
Speech, Speech!
But I have no words I stand still enough
for a moth to come and smell my tie
(here I recognize that in the lowest low
everything comes revered and holy).
Watch me before I go,
notice the shape of my eyes
and name the old watered color behind me,
stare a while, grip my thoughts
by a concerned look
clench them and feel their shape.
Shake my hand before I go,
please smile because
we have shared so much good
and brush the dirt off my arms
and maybe blow a strand of hair from my shoulder,
then come out here with me
down just a few steps out the door
so you can watch the street
and hear leaves of grass shake with the weight of the dew.
Wave, a simply fine gesture.
And I’ve been swung to and fro.

5. T.S. Eliot

excerpt from The Waste Land
“You gave me hyacinths first a year ago;
They called me the hyacinth girl.”

—Yet when we came back, late, from the Hyacinth garden,
Your arms full, and your hair wet, I could not
Speak, and my eyes failed, I was neither
Living nor dead, and I knew nothing,
Looking into the heart of light, the silence.

Öd’ und leer das Meer.

6. William Blake

Ah! sunflower, weary of time,
Who countest the steps of the sun,
Seeking after that sweet golden clime
Where the traveller’s journey is done;

Where the youth pined away with desire,
And the pale virgin shrouded in snow,
Arise from their graves and aspire;
Where my sunflower wishes to go.

7. Jane Hirshfield

This was once a love poem,
before its haunches thickened, its breath grew short,
before it found itself sitting,
perplexed and a little embarrassed,
on the fender of a parked car,
while many people passed by without turning their heads.

It remembers itself dressing as if for a great engagement.
It remembers choosing these shoes,
this scarf or tie.

Once, it drank beer for breakfast,
drifted its feet
in a river side by side with the feet of another.

Once it pretended shyness, then grew truly shy,
dropping its head so the hair would fall forward,
so the eyes would not be seen.

IT spoke with passion of history, of art.
It was lovely then, this poem.
Under its chin, no fold of skin softened.
Behind the knees, no pad of yellow fat.
What it knew in the morning it still believed at nightfall.
An unconjured confidence lifted its eyebrows, its cheeks.

The longing has not diminished.
Still it understands. It is time to consider a cat,
the cultivation of African violets or flowering cactus.

Yes, it decides:
Many miniature cacti, in blue and red painted pots.
When it finds itself disquieted
by the pure and unfamiliar silence of its new life,
it will touch them—one, then another—
with a single finger outstretched like a tiny flame.

8. “epistolary ships”

Dearest,
Our bodies may not be meant for Wild Hunts and blood
carnivals. We may never be able to hold poison under our
tongues, gorge ourselves on pomegranate seeds with impunity, or
tattoo our skin with spells and curses.
We may be swallowed by nuclear winters that will splinter our
bones, radiations spreading in our veins as cold as ice.
What will become of our flesh, love, when it changes and
transmutes? What shall become of us, glass-like and glowing
green in the night, I do not know.
But there is clarity in only one thing:

Winter is savage, but so are we.

Send my regards to the Erl King,
MJ.

9. John Donne

As virtuous men pass mildly away,
And whisper to their souls to go,
Whilst some of their sad friends do say,
“The breath goes now,” and some say, “No,”

So let us melt, and make no noise,
No tear-floods, nor sigh-tempests move;
‘Twere profanation of our joys
To tell the laity our love.

Moving of the earth brings harms and fears,
Men reckon what it did and meant;
But trepidation of the spheres,
Though greater far, is innocent.

Dull sublunary lovers’ love
(Whose soul is sense) cannot admit
Absence, because it doth remove
Those things which elemented it.

But we, by a love so much refined
That our selves know not what it is,
Inter-assured of the mind,
Care less, eyes, lips, and hands to miss.

Our two souls therefore, which are one,
Though I must go, endure not yet
A breach, but an expansion.
Like gold to airy thinness beat.

If they be two, they are two so
As stiff twin compasses are two:
Thy soul, the fixed foot, makes no show
To move, but doth, if the other do;

And though it in the center sit,
Yet when the other far doth roam,
It leans, and hearkens after it,
And grows erect, as that comes home.

Such wilt thou be to me, who must,
Like the other foot, obliquely run;
Thy firmness makes my circle just,
And makes me end where I begun.

10. “the dust dances too”

an avalanche
a whisper
a storm, passing
between
us.

P.S. – something is up with my polyvore clipper. It won’t clip anything. So unfortunately, there will be no image to top this one off.


Top 10 (Tuesday) Bookish Confessions



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This week’s Top 10 Tuesday is a rewind and since I missed the Bookish Confessions week I’m making up for lost times!

1. I’m a slow reader
I read slow. I admit it. It’s the reason why so much time passes between my reviews. It’s also the reason why I could never keep up with assigned reading in school.

2. I love tattered books
I do, they’re my favorite. I love used books more than new books and the more loved they are the better.

3. I have a difficult time reading before I go to bed
Even though I am a slow reader, I’m a very easily consumed reader with very little control over how long I read. I’m not one of those people who can read a chapter and go to bed. I always end up reading more chapters until I realize that I only have a few hours of sleep left.
4. I have a habit of writing in my books

Ever since my first Literature class I haven’t been able to read a book without somehow marking in it. I can restrain myself when I borrow books, but if it’s mine all mine I underline passages, make notes in places, doodle little hearts next to sections that I fall in love with. It’s one of the reasons I’m so hesitant to make the switch to an e-reader.

5. I study Literature because I love Literature
I know, this one sounds a bit weird, but I keep running into other Lit majors who are such because they either want to become teachers or because they want to be writers. I don’t run into many who are Lit majors because they honestly want to study literature. I’m not sure where I’m going with this, but yeah, I study literature because I love the act of studying literature.

6. In high school I couldn’t finish a book
This one might seem as a contradiction to the last one but I really couldn’t finish a book all through high school. I’d only get a few chapters in. Not only was this because I am a slow reader, it was also because I just didn’t have enough attention to do so. This is the reason why I don’t have very deep knowledge of any of the classics. I know of them, and enough to get by, but couldn’t pass a quiz on it.

7. I prefer Shakespeare’s comedies to his dramas
Not much to say about this one. I just enjoy do.

8. I am extremely picky about the covers of my books
I will dig through books until I find the prettiest one. I’ll even avoid buying a book until I can find a pretty cover.

9. I hold graphic novels to the same level as books
I do, I love graphic novels. The stories are just as good as those in books and they have great art work along side them.

10. I can’t listen to audiobooks
I zone out and miss large sections, then I have to rewind, then I zone out and miss the section again. It’s just not worth it, it already takes me long enough to get through a book without having to re-listen to it a million times.