Originally posted on TheIntrovertTree:
“I murdered a girl” His head bowed low, the topknot cut off. The princess looked at him, “Did you pierce her heart with a sword?” “No” His voice wavered. Silence Ensued. “You broke her heart” She said. He lifted his head, “Are you afraid?” “I’m not” She kissed his forehead.
An Introvert Writer on Hiatus
Writing Log #5: Hiatus Early this year, I took on the writing challenges; My 500 Words Challenge by Jeff Goins and A Picture is Worth 1,000 Words by Philip Sexton. I was hyped to start the challenge and see results at the end of the month. What I didn’t foresee is that, I will be…
Writing Log #4: Inch by Inch
An Introvert Writer’s Daily Blog (Log #4) It’s the fourth day of the 31-day writing challenge. The email I received from Jeff Goins talked about free witing. It’s writing without even taking a pause to correct punctuations and rewrite sentences. I guess it’s a bad habit to break. I am used to write and rewrite…
Log #3: When you Write and Rant.
Third day. Isn’t it about time to have a change of heart and quit on the 31-day challenge while it was still early? If quitting is part of the plan, it could be a better time but since it wasn’t, then working harder is the only thing to do. I was actually late in starting…
Log #2: Passion and Profession
This year, my weekends will mostly be spent on my Master’s degree. I am now on my second year as a post graduate student of Masters in Aquaculture. Today, we started our first class for the semester. We had our subject on Advances in Fish Health Management. Eight years ago, I was a studying for…
Log #1: January Writing Challenge Accepted
Five more days before January ends. It’s almost time for me to wrap up my first writing challenge for this year. For those who just came across my blog, I am Juan Ryan. I am an aspiring writer who once thought that the word ‘thoughted’ was the past tense of thought. It was funny but…
The Cursed Child
Benin held onto his sleeping child as he stepped out of the cottage.
“Burn Hargus! Burn!” The Villagers shouted.
Goldfish
He was checking on the fish tanks when he heard a loud gasping.
“Who’s there?” He asked.
Keep Writing
The next time I looked, He was already gone. He left me a manuscript with a note and my signature dated 2020.
Arthur
Wading on knee-deep water, the words of the beautiful woman rang in his ears; Rush of adventure. Into your veins burns. Seek me in the depths. Where no man has turned. He looked around, dropped his heavy back pack and dove into the murky waters never to be seen again.
Goodbyes and My Elise
I found myself sitting on a rocky beach with thoughts far off, i thought of going places and writing to my hearts delight. I thought of doing better in my job. I thought of helping my parents get a wonderful life. I thought of making my dreams happen. I thought of a lot of things but none of it was about Elise. I use to write about her as a metaphor of a love lost forever on one of my short stories but for the sake of this post I will put her up again as a metaphor for a girl who came when I least expect it. When my ducks were in a row but there was no place for her in it.
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