Possible “A Curved Direction” excerpt

My following paragraph might be added in my future romance novel, “A Curved Direction”.

I stepped slowly outside the room, wiping the million tears still leisurely streaming down my cheeks. The image of Mary’s peaceful death was still burning in my mind. As I briskly brushed my left hand against the salty taste of a tear on my bottom lip, my lovely ex – fiance and her bed flashed before me once again. I pondered about the brief moment Death called her soul to follow it and reached out its cold hand to hers. I remembered so vividly, when I couldn’t let go of her soft, warm hand, and her weak eyes looking so lovingly at mine. I remembered her calm whisper, “I love you.” just before she drifted away to her deep and permanent sleep. And there her eyes were slowly closing…her beautiful eyes that I will never see open again. The only sounds in the room right after that were my broken, quiet sobs and sniffles, and the constant, undetached beeping of the monitor. She was just like an angel in a hospital gown. No, she was an angel at that very minute, because she was dead.

“The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde” Summary

At the beginning of the novella, the lawyer, Mr. Utterson, went out on a walk with his friend Mr. Enfield, and the latter recalled a crime committed by Mr. Hyde: an attack on a little girl. Some time later, a man named Sir Danvers Carew was mauled to death by Mr. Hyde. Then, Mr. Utterson and his other friend, Mr. Poole, found Mr. Hyde’s dead body inside Dr. Jekyll’s house while checking for foul play. Finally, Mr. Utterson read Dr. Lanyon and Dr. Jekyll’s letters that told the whole truth.

 

Just a little poem I wrote.

Yes, He did.

Yes, He did.

He created the lofty green trees

And colorful flowers

That used to always laugh in bliss,

The vast blue sky

That was so fresh,

And the puffy white clouds

Would play mirthfully

Without ever worrying

About abrupt risks.

He created the ground

Without anything on it

But gleaming piles of green

And rocky surfaces.

The immense waters

Were so clear,

And all animals had homes, too

With no harm

But all of Earth’s elements

Are now perishing,

From the unruly minds

Of humans.

Yes, He did.

He divided the lands on Earth,

And made each smaller piece

Humans with different skin colors

Than all the other sectors,

In fear of all people

Looking the same

By the color

Of their skin.

This certainly satisfied Him,

But constant wars

Have been occurring

Ever since differing races

Encountered for the first time.

Humans just can’t stand each other

Because of their detached colors.

Yes, He did.

Two sexes were in need

To bear new lives,

So He made Adam and Eve.

Their sins angered Him,

So He decided

The descendants’ way of living:

Women have been constantly treated

Like men’s hopeless toys.

Today both genders have conflict

Towards one another,

Which is further worse

Than what He suggested before.

As He sees

Those mayhems going on,

His shame grows,

Though unnoticed,

Humans are out of control.

His tears flow leisurely,

As He can’t bear

The sight of His creation struggling.

He considers

That He brought

The universe to life

For nothing.

My Lord, will humans ever learn

That destroying things is never the answer?

Will they ever know

That You are the reason the things they are destroying existed?

Will they ever care

About all the things that were meant to exist?

Will they ever realize

That, the world is being killed because of them?

Author’s Note: If you don’t understand the poem, then here is the explanation: the first three verses are about social issues, which are pollution, racism, and sexism, respectively. They also explain how God created the Earth and its elements long before those issues came around. The fourth verse explains God’s reactions and thoughts about the world having to endure the various horrible problems caused by humans, and the fifth and final verse is about my questions to God if humans in general really care about what they did. Remember, readers, try not to hurt and embarrass God by weakening the Earth. Please love and respect her with care. By “her”, I mean the Earth, because she is like a real mother to you, and furthermore, you wouldn’t have lived today without her.

A sci – fi short story of mine.

A Trek to the Dawn of Earth

The colossal time machine slowly arrived on the immensely heated and molten surface of the early Earth before its doors automatically and gradually opened for the scientist, who was in his contemporary and carefully made protection suit, to take a few quick steps outside and closely observe the unbelievably and extraordinarily hellish scenery. There were massive asteroids swiftly passing over the sky, which was pure red as blood. Nearby vast volcanoes had long, scorching trails of fiery, gleaming orange blobs of lava streaming leisurely and thick, coal black smoke looming briskly from their magma chambers.

The scientist looked at his surroundings in awe, widening his eyes as he walked slowly, searching for something to take back to the present. No wonder this eon was named after the god of the underworld, he thought. He was in this undoubtedly lethal expedition for the purpose of enduring and viewing the newly formed planet for real, and studying how Earth came to be. He needed a fresh object from the Hadean Era to use as evidence that he had actually transported there with his time machine, in which he and his scientist colleagues had taken turns going to numerous periods of time over the last two years. He could have promptly met his dreadful demise from the harrowing atmosphere around him the first minute he paced on the sizzling ground, if he and his colleagues had never thought about building a protection suit for him before he set off on their mission. The construction took them nearly three weeks of arduous labor in their lab. The suit was efficiently manufactured with a considerable amount of boron, titanium and aluminum foil on the outside, which made the scientist completely untouched by perilous lava, asteroids and acids. An air tank attached at the back with a tube connected to the helmet helped him survive in the harsh, almost oxygenless environment. There was a 3D scanner on the chest, and the helmet had an infrared vision scope along with a thermometer, which aided him with spotting heat and not being severely blinded by it.

After what seemed like ages of walking around and discreetly watching the deadly setting, he abruptly stopped in front of a broad and deep ocean of strikingly hot liquid rock. Oceans in the Hadean Era were extremely hot and acidic. He took a few steps back in great anxiety and shock as he recalled that fact. But then he quickly realized he was wearing his protection suit, and let out a deep sigh of relief before he slowly walked to the lava filled ocean, jumped in and swam serenely past it.

As the scientist was dragging himself up from the lava, a sudden ring blasted from his helmet, and the firm glass that completely shielded his face informed that his suit’s battery life had only ten percent remaining of it. His suit, unfortunately, had a short battery life because an extensive financial crisis arose during its building, and long batteries cost up to hundreds of millions to design. An alerted expression instantly formed on his face as he stared urgently at the intimidating number on the glass and briskly let himself on his feet.

He moved more hasty than he ever did in this journey, continuing to find an object. His eye caught something small which laid very near to an unerupted volcano at his right. Possibly a rock, he thought almost immediately. Upon spotting it, he trotted to the dark little thing until it was right below his knees. It definitely is a rock, he thought as he slowly kneeled down and picked it up from the broiling surface under it. He activated his 3D scanner with a button on his breast in which he pressed, pulled the rock to his chest, and after he waited patiently for a few seconds, he read from the glass in front of him that the rock formed from a small puddle of lava which gushed from the volcano above it and cooled down just the day before he went on his journey.

It was at that minute when he heard an abrupt, roaring explosion above him. He looked up to see thick, black smoke rising rapidly from the volcano, and blazing orange lava flowing slowly towards him. His helmet suddenly rang again, and this time the glass showed the battery life as one percent.

The horrified scientist promptly opened his storage box under the 3D scanner and put the rock in it. As he closed it, he ran briskly back to his time machine from the nearing lava like a runner in a marathon. When he arrived to the ocean full of lava, he jumped in and swam so fleetly he was at the other side within five seconds. He pushed himself out of the ocean and continued running as fast as his legs could carry him. He started to become increasingly hot and he felt the oxygen gradually drifting away from him. And then, at last! he was not far from his time machine, and would end safely in it at any second. Its figure grew larger as he ran towards it and unimaginable bliss grew across his face. As his vision started to slowly blur, he felt himself rising on its steps, and its doors opening for him. He dashed in and slumped against the back wall just as his suit’s battery life completely drained. He gave one last glance outside the doors as they began to close, to see the dreadful image once more.

I Am Poem

I am good in school, but I want to be excellent enough to get on the Honor Roll.

I have a few friends, but I want to have more to be happier.

I read a lot of books, but I want to do it more often to learn more.

I am a good writer, but I want to be a better one to become a famous author.

I am foolish but I want to be wise about the world.

I am loved, but I want to be loved by more people to feel and be safer.

I am not loaded, but I want to be as rich as my friends are.

I am not perfect, but I want to be beautiful the way I am.

 

 

My “The Secret Life of Walter Mitty” prediction

My prediction about the marvelous James Thurber’s short story “The Secret Life of Walter Mitty” is based on everything that I learned in class. All the discussions that we had are about daydreaming and “filling a void”, which, in other words, is adding to the emptiness in our lives. I think the story will be about a man named Walter Mitty and his daydreams, since he was the inspiration for Snoopy from the comic strip “Peanuts”. I think the story might be about Mr. Mitty’s daydreams at least mostly, because “Daydreaming”, a song that we learned about in class, is about always daydreaming and trying to escape from your boring and dull reality, or it could be about his dreams while he was sleeping, and he didn’t want to wake up even though his alarm clock was ringing, like in “Daydream Believer”, another song that we talked about in class. For “filling a void”, Mr. Mitty could be having a hard time ending problems in his life like Snoopy did in the comic strip that we read about, and daydreaming was the best way for him to do so, thus giving brightness to his life’s darkness. I think the possibly serious story will also have bits of humor added by the author, James Thurber, because according to the PowerPoint about him that we took notes from, he was a great humorist, known for making troubled ordinary people’s stories funnier, although also being serious about them at the same time. Most of the vocabulary words from the story that we learned about, such as “cur”, “craven”, “disdainful”, “insolent”, and “distraught”, are words with negative connotations, so in the story, Mr. Mitty might suffer from hurtful and offensive insults and taunts like those for being a daydreamer from people who prefer reality and don’t understand what he’s going through in his life. Mr. Mitty might forget about what he was doing while daydreaming, daydream less because he was getting older, or become more creative, since those are three of five surprising facts about daydreaming that we read about in class. To sum up, Mr. Mitty might be an immensely ambitious and imaginative man, and trying to escape his boring life with his daydreams in the short story.

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