I live in a place where summer meant Christmas time, where Christmas day is spent playing in the waves and soaking up the sun while sand gets stuck in places it shouldn’t ever be in. I live in a place where rain floats down from the sky like snow and is never in large quantities. I live in a place where it is perfectly normal to see 7 year old girls holding and taking care of their baby brothers and sisters while their Momma is out working. I live in a place where they speak a language I don’t completely understand. I live in a place where I have foothills bordering on mountains in my backyard. I live in a place where if you step outside in flip-flops and stray from the sidewalk, your toes would be buried in sand. I live in the place where it is a rare sight to see a tree taller than me.
I live in a place where close friends are few and acquaintances are plenty. I live in a place where poverty has an iron hold, where the line between rich and poor is extremely distinct. I live in a place where squatting on abandoned property and saying you live in a mat hut the size of a small shed isn’t unusual.
I live in a place where belching is considered downright rude. I live in a place where the darker skinned you are, the more mean looks you get. I live in a place where when I go into the streets or cities, wolf-whistles and curious looks are all I receive from the locals. I live in a place where white people are glorified and all are considered rich. I live in a place where air conditioning and heating are nearly unheard of and only used in large buildings like grocery stores. I live in a place where the government is corrupt. I live in a place where children run around barefoot, in danger of stepping on broken glass and nails because their family can't afford shoes. I live in a place where dogs are not pets, but guards, and are beat and starved. I live in a place where seeing a cat is practically good luck.
I live in Peru.
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Hope you liked. It's a bit rough yet, but it's a glimpse into what I experience down here.
~Vicki
Sunday, October 24, 2010
Thursday, October 7, 2010
Lack of Posts.
Yeah, sorry.
Busy.
Although I'll give you something to chew on. It's my writing, but the idea is NOT mine. I just chose the scene of a movie and wrote what happened as a prompt idea that I had. Take a 5-10 minute scene (could be more or less; it's a matter of preference) from a favorite movie that you can readily pause and play, since you'll be doing a LOT of that. Write out the scene using as many details as you can without being over-descriptive and dragging the scene out. The only rules are keep the dialogue intact and don't fudge things too much. Try to get everything into the writing. This is a good thing to do when you've got writer's block and can't think of an idea. Get your artistic juices flowing by drawing from someone else's idea. Or you can do it for fun. I thought it was fun.
Anyway, here it is.
One of my favorite scenes from "Inception."
Enjoi.
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Pristine white rose in hand, Don made his way down the carpeted hallway of the hotel, reading the card he wrote attached to the long-stemmed flower. Slipping the keycard into the door of their suite, he opened it with a whoosh and immediately halted his steps.
The room was trashed.
His eyes scanned all around; lamps shoved to the ground with broken light bulbs scattered on the floor, chairs toppled and torn cushions lay on the off-white carpet like it was a battlefield. He slowly closed the door and realized that the only thing he didn’t see was Mal.
Striding forward slowly, he became wary. His eyes darted around shortly before he heard a snap from underfoot. Glancing downwards, he found that he had stepped right on the neck of a slim wine glass. What he saw next, however, made his heart beat faster.
Mal’s top was on the carpet right next to the glass.
He bent down and picked it up, examining it before slipping it into his pocket and walking forward again. The window was open as far as it would go, looking like monstrous jaws instead of a thing made of wood and glass. The white curtains billowed in the air swirling through it.
He stepped closer, almost afraid of what he’d find.
He leaned down to get a better look outside as he put his hand on the sill. He found Mal sitting on the window ledge of the room parallel to the one he was standing in. She was facing the street.
She had been expecting him.
“Sweetheart, what are you doing?” He asked, showing no fear in his voice; merely curiosity. “Join me.” Mal replied sweetly. “Just…just step back inside, alright? Just step back inside. Now come on.” His left arm began making a movement akin to the “come here” and “inside” gesticulations.
“No.” Defiance was clear in her tone. “I’m going to jump and you’re coming with me.” It wasn’t a request; it was an order.
“No I'm not. N-now you listen to me: if you jump, you're not gonna wake up, remember? You're gonna die. Now just- just step back inside. Come on; step back inside so we can talk about this.” The level of fear was building rapidly in his heart. She was beginning to terrify him. She was serious.
“We’ve talked enough.” She pointed her foot over the street and let her tall high-heel slip off and plummet to the zooming cars below. He watched it fall, registering how incredibly set on this she was before pinning his eyes to her. “Mal-”
“Come out onto the ledge or I’ll jump right now.”
“Okay.” He said, his eyebrows rising, attempting to stay calm and keep her from jumping. He kept his eyes glued to her as he hoisted himself up to the sill and over the edge until he was sitting as a mirror image of Mal.
“We’re gonna talk about this…right?”
She ignored him. “I’m asking you to take a leap of faith.”
His brows furrowed and arched upwards. “No, honey.” He shook his head slowly. “No, I can't. You know I can't do that.” He continued to watch closely. “Take a second and think about our children. Think about James. Think about Phillipa now.”
She continued to ignore him as if he hadn’t said a word. “If I go without you they’ll take them away anyway."
His eyebrows furrowed in confusion now. “What does that mean?”
She looked him dead in the eye. “I filed a letter with our attorney explaining how I’m fearful for my safety…” His heart beat faster and a sick feeling twisted a tight knot in his gut. His head snapped around to glance at the door to the suite. Mal continued. “How you threatened to kill me.”
He slowly turned his head back around, an expression of confusion and disbelief taking over his features. “Why did you do this?” He begged her.
Yet again, she evaded his question. “I love you, Don.”
“Why did you- Why- Why would you do this to me-?” He started to get frantic.
“I’ll free you from the guilt of choosing to leave them. We’re going home, to our real children!” She insisted, so firm on this lie that he began to think he wouldn’t be able to stop her from pursuing it.
“No no no no, Mal, you listen to me, alright. Mal! Look at me! Please-” She had closed her eyes, clearly ignoring what he was saying.
“You’re waiting for a train…”
“Mal! Goddamnit don’t do this!”
“A train that will take you far away…”
“James and Phillipa are waiting for us-!”
“You know where you hope this train will take you…”
“They’re waiting for us!”
“You can't know for sure.”
“Mal! Look at me!”
“But it doesn’t matter…”
“Mal, Godamnit!”
“Because you’ll be together.”
“Mal, listen to me! Sweetheart!”
She gently pushed herself up to her feet.
“Look at me!”
With her eyes still closed, she stepped over the edge.
“Mal, no! Jesus Christ!” His voice broke as he death-gripped the window frame.
Mal was gone.
Busy.
Although I'll give you something to chew on. It's my writing, but the idea is NOT mine. I just chose the scene of a movie and wrote what happened as a prompt idea that I had. Take a 5-10 minute scene (could be more or less; it's a matter of preference) from a favorite movie that you can readily pause and play, since you'll be doing a LOT of that. Write out the scene using as many details as you can without being over-descriptive and dragging the scene out. The only rules are keep the dialogue intact and don't fudge things too much. Try to get everything into the writing. This is a good thing to do when you've got writer's block and can't think of an idea. Get your artistic juices flowing by drawing from someone else's idea. Or you can do it for fun. I thought it was fun.
Anyway, here it is.
One of my favorite scenes from "Inception."
Enjoi.
------------------------------
Pristine white rose in hand, Don made his way down the carpeted hallway of the hotel, reading the card he wrote attached to the long-stemmed flower. Slipping the keycard into the door of their suite, he opened it with a whoosh and immediately halted his steps.
The room was trashed.
His eyes scanned all around; lamps shoved to the ground with broken light bulbs scattered on the floor, chairs toppled and torn cushions lay on the off-white carpet like it was a battlefield. He slowly closed the door and realized that the only thing he didn’t see was Mal.
Striding forward slowly, he became wary. His eyes darted around shortly before he heard a snap from underfoot. Glancing downwards, he found that he had stepped right on the neck of a slim wine glass. What he saw next, however, made his heart beat faster.
Mal’s top was on the carpet right next to the glass.
He bent down and picked it up, examining it before slipping it into his pocket and walking forward again. The window was open as far as it would go, looking like monstrous jaws instead of a thing made of wood and glass. The white curtains billowed in the air swirling through it.
He stepped closer, almost afraid of what he’d find.
He leaned down to get a better look outside as he put his hand on the sill. He found Mal sitting on the window ledge of the room parallel to the one he was standing in. She was facing the street.
She had been expecting him.
“Sweetheart, what are you doing?” He asked, showing no fear in his voice; merely curiosity. “Join me.” Mal replied sweetly. “Just…just step back inside, alright? Just step back inside. Now come on.” His left arm began making a movement akin to the “come here” and “inside” gesticulations.
“No.” Defiance was clear in her tone. “I’m going to jump and you’re coming with me.” It wasn’t a request; it was an order.
“No I'm not. N-now you listen to me: if you jump, you're not gonna wake up, remember? You're gonna die. Now just- just step back inside. Come on; step back inside so we can talk about this.” The level of fear was building rapidly in his heart. She was beginning to terrify him. She was serious.
“We’ve talked enough.” She pointed her foot over the street and let her tall high-heel slip off and plummet to the zooming cars below. He watched it fall, registering how incredibly set on this she was before pinning his eyes to her. “Mal-”
“Come out onto the ledge or I’ll jump right now.”
“Okay.” He said, his eyebrows rising, attempting to stay calm and keep her from jumping. He kept his eyes glued to her as he hoisted himself up to the sill and over the edge until he was sitting as a mirror image of Mal.
“We’re gonna talk about this…right?”
She ignored him. “I’m asking you to take a leap of faith.”
His brows furrowed and arched upwards. “No, honey.” He shook his head slowly. “No, I can't. You know I can't do that.” He continued to watch closely. “Take a second and think about our children. Think about James. Think about Phillipa now.”
She continued to ignore him as if he hadn’t said a word. “If I go without you they’ll take them away anyway."
His eyebrows furrowed in confusion now. “What does that mean?”
She looked him dead in the eye. “I filed a letter with our attorney explaining how I’m fearful for my safety…” His heart beat faster and a sick feeling twisted a tight knot in his gut. His head snapped around to glance at the door to the suite. Mal continued. “How you threatened to kill me.”
He slowly turned his head back around, an expression of confusion and disbelief taking over his features. “Why did you do this?” He begged her.
Yet again, she evaded his question. “I love you, Don.”
“Why did you- Why- Why would you do this to me-?” He started to get frantic.
“I’ll free you from the guilt of choosing to leave them. We’re going home, to our real children!” She insisted, so firm on this lie that he began to think he wouldn’t be able to stop her from pursuing it.
“No no no no, Mal, you listen to me, alright. Mal! Look at me! Please-” She had closed her eyes, clearly ignoring what he was saying.
“You’re waiting for a train…”
“Mal! Goddamnit don’t do this!”
“A train that will take you far away…”
“James and Phillipa are waiting for us-!”
“You know where you hope this train will take you…”
“They’re waiting for us!”
“You can't know for sure.”
“Mal! Look at me!”
“But it doesn’t matter…”
“Mal, Godamnit!”
“Because you’ll be together.”
“Mal, listen to me! Sweetheart!”
She gently pushed herself up to her feet.
“Look at me!”
With her eyes still closed, she stepped over the edge.
“Mal, no! Jesus Christ!” His voice broke as he death-gripped the window frame.
Mal was gone.
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