On writing
I love writing.
That's to say, I love it when I actually get around to it.
Recently writing - or, the thought of it - has been a stress and a pain. I have a story due Tuesday at noon and it has to be 10 or so pages. I'm not quite sure what's up with it yet but I'll just flow and ramble until something good comes out. All I have is a guy and a girl who don't get together for various reasons even though it's well obvious it could've worked out, and stuff doesn't work out. I was also thinking of making him a contract killer or assassin. And her, terminally ill. But not actually saying any of this, leaving it somewhat implied (and not even really necessary to know, but seeing these things adds to the irony...) Aaaand that was way more than I bargained for, on this explanation. But enough of that.
On top of that, I need to pen up a 500-word-maximum essay about what I can bring to the table regarding English tutoring/teaching, or "English Connections" as per their words. It's for a summer program to go to Japan and get TEFL certification, and the e-mail/invitation thingy was sent out three Wednesdays ago. Bleh, I'm way behind.
But looking to the bright side though, I actually did put something together the other day. Really, it was for a writing class, and one could ostensibly thank that instead of my own non-existent motivé for its completion, but at any rate, it can be found...here.
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There wasn’t much anything to see through the window - just the black nothingness he’d come to know - but, really, apart from the occasional star, dwarf, cloud, or even planet, there wasn’t a whole lot of outside the window, either.
Yet he couldn’t stop staring at it. He’d been looking forward to this day for months, but he’d never been a single bit apprehensive about it until he and Juli both stepped on the ship. As much as he’d thought about the plans for this occasion, so little had actually been planned. There was so much that could go wrong, and so many wrong things he could do, she could say, and…
“Vic…everything okay?” His gaze snapped back to her face, bouncing down to her smile.
“Huh-? Oh, no. I mean, yeah. Everything’s fine.” He shot a clumsy grin back.
The two slunk back into silence. In the dead of space, there wasn’t much in the way of sound, either. The ever-present whirring hum of the fans raged on alongside the lights’ buzzing. The slight murmurs of the others onboard only complemented the ambience.
“Actually! J, I, uh, had something to ask you.” Vic swallowed. And paused. In that order. His right hand fidgeted and felt nervously around his pocket as he shot a hasty glance rightward. A few engineers ate their lunch, or dinner, or whatever it was on the schedule they kept, as they sat on one of many massively sturdy thorium crates. Vaguely facing his direction, they were only paying half a mind to his impending request.
To the left, a few groups of other people, passengers just like him and his sweet Juli, were strewn about; on the floor, on other crates, against the wall. Idle conversation filled the air in their general direction and, they seemed to be off in their own world.
Perfect. He faced back forward, to find Juli, smile faded in lieu of curiosity. “Yeah…?”
He took a deep breath. One of the engineers put down his sandwich and nudged his coworker, pointing out the blue velvet box the man had fished out of his pocket, kept only slightly behind his back. Another passenger gestured in the same direction, and a few whispers later, a layer of silence had set upon the ship.
Unfazed, Vic slowly, nervously, yet excitedly, started to his knee, quivering more-so than falling. His box came around his waist and into Juli’s sight. Her face shot red almost instantaneously as a breathless gasp left her lips. And then, the ship’s secondary power unit failed.
Frustrated metallic whirring filled the air and the fans shut down. The lights clacked off shortly after, and within a few seconds, the artificial gravity, too, had failed. The engineers shrugged at each other, and a couple of girls screamed at the abrupt change - high schoolers, probably. But Juli was motionless, as her body inching upward not dissimilarly to a piece of cargo that hadn’t been bolted down.
Vic flailed about, and his free hand reached for the floor grating. He pulled himself back down to a proper knee. As quickly as the luxury power loss had stirred the room, it was again completely silent, save for the blowtorching hum of the ship’s engines.
Body shaking nervously, Vic looked back up into her eyes and opened the box.
“Julianne D’Lamoore, will you marry me?” She said nothing. She didn’t have to. Tears starting to form up in her eyes, all she could do was smile back.
After a brief pause, one onlooker began to clap and cheer and holler, and another did the same. Soon, everybody on-board: passengers and engineers alike were following suit.
The two lovers grasped each others’ hands and, in the dead of space, pulled together for a sweet, floating embrace.
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That is all. Sup folks.
That's to say, I love it when I actually get around to it.
Recently writing - or, the thought of it - has been a stress and a pain. I have a story due Tuesday at noon and it has to be 10 or so pages. I'm not quite sure what's up with it yet but I'll just flow and ramble until something good comes out. All I have is a guy and a girl who don't get together for various reasons even though it's well obvious it could've worked out, and stuff doesn't work out. I was also thinking of making him a contract killer or assassin. And her, terminally ill. But not actually saying any of this, leaving it somewhat implied (and not even really necessary to know, but seeing these things adds to the irony...) Aaaand that was way more than I bargained for, on this explanation. But enough of that.
On top of that, I need to pen up a 500-word-maximum essay about what I can bring to the table regarding English tutoring/teaching, or "English Connections" as per their words. It's for a summer program to go to Japan and get TEFL certification, and the e-mail/invitation thingy was sent out three Wednesdays ago. Bleh, I'm way behind.
But looking to the bright side though, I actually did put something together the other day. Really, it was for a writing class, and one could ostensibly thank that instead of my own non-existent motivé for its completion, but at any rate, it can be found...here.
==========
There wasn’t much anything to see through the window - just the black nothingness he’d come to know - but, really, apart from the occasional star, dwarf, cloud, or even planet, there wasn’t a whole lot of outside the window, either.
Yet he couldn’t stop staring at it. He’d been looking forward to this day for months, but he’d never been a single bit apprehensive about it until he and Juli both stepped on the ship. As much as he’d thought about the plans for this occasion, so little had actually been planned. There was so much that could go wrong, and so many wrong things he could do, she could say, and…
“Vic…everything okay?” His gaze snapped back to her face, bouncing down to her smile.
“Huh-? Oh, no. I mean, yeah. Everything’s fine.” He shot a clumsy grin back.
The two slunk back into silence. In the dead of space, there wasn’t much in the way of sound, either. The ever-present whirring hum of the fans raged on alongside the lights’ buzzing. The slight murmurs of the others onboard only complemented the ambience.
“Actually! J, I, uh, had something to ask you.” Vic swallowed. And paused. In that order. His right hand fidgeted and felt nervously around his pocket as he shot a hasty glance rightward. A few engineers ate their lunch, or dinner, or whatever it was on the schedule they kept, as they sat on one of many massively sturdy thorium crates. Vaguely facing his direction, they were only paying half a mind to his impending request.
To the left, a few groups of other people, passengers just like him and his sweet Juli, were strewn about; on the floor, on other crates, against the wall. Idle conversation filled the air in their general direction and, they seemed to be off in their own world.
Perfect. He faced back forward, to find Juli, smile faded in lieu of curiosity. “Yeah…?”
He took a deep breath. One of the engineers put down his sandwich and nudged his coworker, pointing out the blue velvet box the man had fished out of his pocket, kept only slightly behind his back. Another passenger gestured in the same direction, and a few whispers later, a layer of silence had set upon the ship.
Unfazed, Vic slowly, nervously, yet excitedly, started to his knee, quivering more-so than falling. His box came around his waist and into Juli’s sight. Her face shot red almost instantaneously as a breathless gasp left her lips. And then, the ship’s secondary power unit failed.
Frustrated metallic whirring filled the air and the fans shut down. The lights clacked off shortly after, and within a few seconds, the artificial gravity, too, had failed. The engineers shrugged at each other, and a couple of girls screamed at the abrupt change - high schoolers, probably. But Juli was motionless, as her body inching upward not dissimilarly to a piece of cargo that hadn’t been bolted down.
Vic flailed about, and his free hand reached for the floor grating. He pulled himself back down to a proper knee. As quickly as the luxury power loss had stirred the room, it was again completely silent, save for the blowtorching hum of the ship’s engines.
Body shaking nervously, Vic looked back up into her eyes and opened the box.
“Julianne D’Lamoore, will you marry me?” She said nothing. She didn’t have to. Tears starting to form up in her eyes, all she could do was smile back.
After a brief pause, one onlooker began to clap and cheer and holler, and another did the same. Soon, everybody on-board: passengers and engineers alike were following suit.
The two lovers grasped each others’ hands and, in the dead of space, pulled together for a sweet, floating embrace.
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That is all. Sup folks.