Pardon The Profanity (Pre-Election Rant)

Let me begin by saying that I didn't have any sort of preparation when writing this. No outlines, you know—those nifty little things that many writers use when wanting to write stuff, the one where you put capital letters or roman numerals and then follow a topic sentence to it, and then topic points below it or subtopics, etc. You know what I’m talking about, I know you’re not stupid, or maybe you are. Anyway, you’re the only one who knows you better—or maybe not. Let me get back to what I’m talking about. Yeah, no outlines, no drafts, you know—that kind of crap, just good old cut-throat ranting.

The Mover to be Continued

            As I mentioned in an announcement, I will no longer continue The Mover episodes, instead I will recreate it into one single short story. It also said that I would have finished it by the end of February, clearly this is not the case. I'm still struggling to create a new style of writing. I attempted once, but it took me three hours just to write a single paragraph, let alone a whole story. I wanted something that conveys emotion thoroughly and would last the entirety of the read, but it's proving to be very difficult. But I'm confident I will soon develop a writing style that I would like and would eventually use in the near future. All I need is practice, which I'm clearly lacking. I have many projects planned in my head since my idleness. I will announce it in the days ahead. But for now, this is all I can say. Thank you. I know I don't have many readers. I'm aiming to change that.

The Mover; Episode IX

            Orange glints danced across the dimming sapphire ocean. The radiant sun laid tangent on top of the vast horizon. Seagulls squawked as they flew by in flocks. The sky divided. Like a blanket that was laid above the earth with three different colors. Each gradually becoming the other as distance was obvious. The segment nearest to the sun burned a bright orange hue. Lines of light rays were visible, trying to reach and break through the clouds. The sky directly above was reddish and the outlines of the great clouds were like interwoven roses that floated overhead. The opposite horizon was tinted dark blue. Night had already fallen on the other side. Far, in the middle of the ocean, just beside the column of orange glints, was a silhouette of a cargo ship. It moved slowly across the baring sea towards the north where the Queen City was at.  The breeze was gentle and continuous. Ian ran his fingers through Ava’s hair as they sat side by side on the edge of the Centennial Park just a few feet above the waves.

The Mover: Episode VIII

            The dining room was filled with flavorful aromas and laughter without any presence of unease.  Ava’s mother was very sociable, even to an introvert like Ian. She didn’t seem to run out of questions to ask. Sometimes she would crack up jokes; ones that would really make them laugh it all out. But there was something peculiar, she mentioned about Ian being special—that he had a unique gift, and that the moment she first saw him, she was reminded about her husband.

The Mover: Episode VII

            Two of the intoxicated men held Ava each at her arms while the rest of them were laughing at their enjoyment. She struggled to liberate herself from their grip but she wasn’t strong enough to break free. All the store-owner could do was watch and plea for them to let her go, but the men didn’t listen. They wore nothing but their shorts and sandals. One of them had a necklace hanging on his chest. It was a golden cross and a glint of sunlight reflected into Ian’s eyes. He could not believe such act of desecration—to be happening just outside the majestic Parish Church.

The Mover: Episode VI

            “Our heart is truly a magnificent machine,” Mrs. Enriquez declared, “It is responsible for the perpetual movement of the blood which transports vital nutrition from the food we eat and distributes it to various parts of our body. The blood is also responsible for carrying the crucially needed oxygen to our individual cells. It also delivers waste out of our system. Without the heart, the blood would not serve its function. It is unlike any other muscle in the body. It doesn’t stop beating, because if it did, we would die.

The Mover: Episode V

            He had been lying on his bed—staring at the ceiling for hours already. He couldn’t sleep. The funny thing was that he was awake for two days straight and now that he has finally decided to relax, he feels restless. He was troubled about what Ava said to him earlier. He didn’t even believe her until she took out a pen from her pocket and directed him to do the impossible. He refused at first, but he eventually did. The moment that pen moved by itself, he just couldn’t take it. He didn’t know whether it was some trick of sorts, or whether it actually even happened. He thought his mind was playing tricks on him considering his feeling of fatigue. He thought maybe this dilemma was all just a dream and that the moment that he would fall asleep, he would wake back up in the real world. But he knew that this was as real as it gets.

The Mover: Episode IV

            The heart: a machine of wonder and awe. For centuries it was shrouded in mystery by the unknown. Primitive men attempted to fill that obscurity with superstitions—some still endure up to this day. It has been widely associated with love—with passion. But what it really is—is an organic engine that keeps us alive. Each pulse it creates makes one stronger. And each accidental or deliberate attempt to corrupt it makes one weaker. It has already started beating since long before a person is born. It does not stop, it does not rest—it just continues to beat on until the last moment of life.