Spitwriting: Mirrors

Post 05 Day 04

Topic: Mirrors

Time Limit: 10 mins.

Files of ‘uncertain’ Clients

Date: 01/ 21/ 14

Client #453

Appointment: #2

I strike it as odd and intriguing why people would stop and stare at me for a long period of time. Inch by inch, glancing up and down, left and right… they look at me and even to the point they’d even get closer as if examining me. I can practically feel the moist from their breathe.

Then I realize, ‘no they are not looking at YOU…they are looking at a similar vision of themselves’. To see themselves and not me. It’s quite a relief and disappointment. Relief, because who wouldn’t want someone to stare at you for a long time? Disappointment? Are you surprised to hear that? Well, yes, I do because it dawned on me they were never interested in me to begin with. No one really did stop and look at me… only me. No one tried to relate, to know me.

All they think about is themselves. How their hair is? How their make-up was done? How their noses are crocked? How and why their teeth are uneven? How they will look for their lover? How they…they …they!!! And no me.

Though, now that I think about it, they wouldn’t see anything about me. It is just endless pit of space. As you keep looking, you too, will get lost until you’ve forgotten who you are. So… where are we? where is the real me? who is the real me?

So you, see… our kind doctor… are quite odd. We see beauty from people who are blind and neglect what they are capable of. They use us as tools to look at them but they never see. However, our kind sees beauty… but we couldn’t for ourselves.

We have no being but still we exist.

That is our fate…that is our curse. And we must accept it as agonizing as it is.

That is what we are… Mirur… or what we call ourselves… Mirari but your species…you humans know us better in the name Mirror.

Okay, I think by now… I am not doing a spitwriting…because I am exceeding the time allotted. Pretty much, I am just writing whatever that comes to my head after getting the topic. Maybe, I’ll just do that. 

It just pains and frustrates me that really… truly and sincerely… I have the idea… but some kind of mental cork is in the way… that my overflowing ideas are just coming out… in a small amount of water, rather than like a burst of water just overflowing. It translates poorly.

I have to find the right words, the right way to story tell it, the word I want to use… uuggghhhh!!! So much frustrations! 😦

So, I do apologize. I really do! 😦

At the beginning, I was so excited and ecstatic to do this spitwriting…and now, I am just in some way… ‘cheating’ and taking so long… and not quite utilizing the exercise given. 😦 (If there is only an emoticon that has like a looooong sad faaace…I’d use it right here.)

I was planning it to go in somewhat and ever so slightly a different direction the topic, ‘Mirrors’ however, I felt so ashamed I AAAHHHGAAAIN, did not make the time allotted. So, I just hurried to finish it. 

I don’t want to promise anything… I’ll just do it next time! DAAARN! *puts the cone of shame* 😦

Spitwriting: Quarantine

Post #4 Day 04

Topic: Quarantine

Time Limit: 6mins

Everything stood silent on that moment as if time suddenly stopped. Just like a dramatic movie was on. Ad mist of everything in chaos I saw the two of them. My eyes were affixed to them. No matter what i do i was drawn to them.

A middle aged woman kneeling in front of the thick glass in front of her. Her gaze was affixed to something… someone? couldn’t quite see who it is but her hand was touching the thick glass. It is actually forbidden but at this moment no one will ever mind.

She was silently holding back her tears this poor woman. Then there i saw…as the cloud of people slowly dispersed on my vision that was blocking the opposite end of the woman… a young little girl clinging out from the grasp of a soldier. Crying hysterically…continuously banging the glass that as we all know can never be broken by a small hand of a child. And the word “mama” kept leaving her trembling lips. Her tears kept pouring and pouring until she can no longer.

This is what i’ve feared at the incoming pandemic that just suddenly swept us.

The sudden chaos, the desperate people, and the thick glass that has to be placed for this horrible pandemic to stop.

But nothing is more horrible than to be separated from a loved one… more importantly a mother to a young.

However in order for us to survive…a quarantine has to be placed in order.

I do apologize, I exceeded again from the time limit. By this time, I think I am just glad that I can participate and exercise my story telling skills with the topic bestowed daily. But I’ll really, really try for next topic.

For this entry I was thinking of it to be longer but I noticed time was up a loooong time ago. So, kinda gave a shorter version. (And actually, I think the short version is not that bad. :P) Not yet done with the longer version.

So, if you guys are interested just click here for the longer version. BTW, I’ve not typed it so, please do wait! 😀 Anyway, I shall post it in a new post! 😉 so no worries! 

Spitwriting: Inside

Post #3 Day 02

(There is actually a slight additional rule now. TWO TOPIC in one day. So this is my second post for the day)

Topic: Inside

Time Limit: 2-3 mins.

We’ve been looking at it for a long time. We couldn’t understand why it was taking this long and why it didn’t work at all. We’ve done all the possibilities, creatively and technically. I mean this isn’t supposed to be hard for, us artists, right? And that’s when my blood started to boil towards the man in front of us.

The man kept us in this room to keep thinking until we get the right answer. And in that moment, this room turned to be our hell.

“Professor, we’ve been here for hours. We’ve told you, all the ideas we can come up with it?”

“Aren’t we at least close to the answer?”

“Apparently, my dear boy. You’ve gone so far.”

“But we’ve thought everything…everything out of the box!” One of my class mate shouted in frustration.

“That’s the thing my dear students. You’ve thought too much that you’ve gone too far.” He smiled. “It is perfectly fine to go further. However, sometimes the answer is inside the box. It is something, right in front of you. You needn’t to look any further.”

And I read out the question on the blackboard again.

“what is beyond that door?”

And that’s when he opened the door and said: “The Hallway, other students, the locker… to name a few.” He gave a sincere smile.

Maaan! I exceeded the time limit. I was doing this for 8-10 mins! 😦 Daaarn! I had the idea but executing it was quite a tricky business! Thank goodness these things help you get better in these kind of situation but still I think, I like these exercise more to help me think of stories in different topics. 🙂 So I guess, everything is all good! 😀 hihi

I am not so happy though how I executed it. If i could fix it a bit maybe I can make it work. Maybe next time! 😉 I had to finish it for the post and to do the exercise so there ya go! 

Spitwriting: Blood

Post #2

Topic: Blood

Time Limit: 1-2 mins.

It was just any typical day. Dark but slowly progressing. Going to work with the rest. It may seem tedious and quite an extreme job and life but I love it. I knew had a purpose. We were all cruising. Being with my family. When suddenly we were all swept off our feet. Something was quite different. We were at a loss. I saw a huge amount of our kind coming towards and we were forced to run. Run and run we went until we realized I was separated from my family. My sister, slowly faded, my mother abruptly touched me then gone, my father calling my name faintly. Then everything stopped.

As I opened my eyes, everything was different. Bright, somewhat blurry (but someone at the back told me it will get better) and quite clustered. At some point I knew my life was over. I lost my family, I slowly realized I have no such purpose anymore.

My past life, I gave it all to sweet little Janey. Now, I was just here, with the rest of my kind, stuck. Just hanging around in one stagnant point.

Suddenly, we were moving. Well not individually, but as a whole. That’s when I saw the sign right in front of me. I have a purpose again but not for Janey anymore, for someone, maybe who needed me more…or us. I felt everybody relieved and extremely ecstatic. It read:

Patient XXX Blood Type 0+ for donation.

This is quite a tricky one. I had the idea, I knew the ending but putting them together and saying the right words (so the surprise or twist won’t be revealed) served quite a challenge. And so, I think I didn’t make it until the 2 mins mark.

Actually, I had my timer but it didn’t light up and so kept going and going until I realized it was taking too long. So, ohwell. 😐 Anyway, here it is, ayma share it here in my little bubble. 😛 hehe Next time, I’d do better! 😀

BTW, this was also inspired by something. It’s a filipino children’s book but I forgot what the title was. Maybe I’d post it here once I’ve come back to Manila 🙂

I knew for a fact for these topic, people would use it in a horror genre, vampire-que topic, or life kind of thing and so I wanted to be different. I used the perspective of the blood. Not just any other blood, but a blood who loves his job and what if one day steals that kind of passion. He’d feel purposeless. What would he do? What lies on his future?