Monday, August 12, 2019

Story Excerpt; WIP

Tears dribbled down her cheek onto her lips and she could taste the salt from her agony. However, she didn't wipe away her pain but let it fuel her reason for why she was sitting in her bedroom alone. Graduation was a mere few weeks away, and the infamous clique six would be broken up as they attend different universities. Fingers trembled as she fingered the lace trim of her skirt and she gripped the cotton as her body racked with sobs. Sobs caught in her throat when she heard her door slam open and an affectionate laugh filled the room.

She could see him with a pale green bowl filled to the rim with cereal and a sweet smile. However, the smile quickly faded as their eyes met. He quickly strode over to where she sat at the bay window. The green bowl spilled milk onto the dusty rose cushions and he pulled her into a warm tight embrace. Weeps enclosed the room as it boomed off the walls and onto the two. She trembled within his arms and he placed his chin on top of her chocolate hair to subdue the pain she was feeling.

He quieted her, but she gripped his neck tighter and pulled him into her arms. Taken aback by her actions, he pulled her onto his lap and let her curl into a ball. He didn't expect this, she was always in a great mood and if she was sad she tucked it away with her dreams. They have never been this physically close, they were best friends, but the kind that you had because you saw them five times a week. Having her crumbled, she'll within his palms made him realized that she had to trust him. Her soul burst from the seams of her skin and he could see how fragile she was.

Shallow breaths were the only sound that could be heard as she sniffled away her sadness. He didn't realize how tight he was gripping her in his arms until she squirmed so she can look at his face. Pink tinted nose, paired with ruby red bloodshot eyes sprinkled with the glitter of her pain. Shadowed swirls painted her cheeks and he thumbed a tear that escaped.

"What's wrong?"

His voice clouded with worry and he cleared away his own emotions for her. Her mouth opened and closed a few times, but she couldn't spill the words out. A malicious tongue twisted and locked away the words however she persisted.

"Is it because we are graduating? I mean its okay, you know. We are all going to stay in contact." He whispered as she shook her head.

She grabbed his hand and he could feel his heart race from her soft touch.

"I made a mistake."

Her voice wavered but he caught it quickly when he squeezed her hand to reassure her that he would be there.

Saturday, August 3, 2019

Story Excerpt: Results

The cool breeze flapped the curtains open as I sloshed the mop across the floor. I stopped to fix the top knot of curls upon my head and proceed back to mop the floor clean of dirt. Since the pregnancy scare a month ago, Nick and I did not spend too much time together. He buried his time at work or his mother's. I spent my time cleaning the house and working on a few screenplays. However, that was going to change and I was going to make an effort to have some alone time tonight. 

“Babe?” Nick beckoned and I stopped the mop and looked at him in the doorway with his mother and cousin Nina. The smile dropped from my face and replaced with a scowl. I shook my head and placed a false smile and greeted his family. 

“Hola Estrella, hey Nina.” I greeted and placed the mop against the curtain. 

“Hola Ysabel,” Estrella said as her accent hit my eyes hard. 

“Hey, Ysa,” Nina said and gave me a once over of my clothes. 

My dirty sweats paired with a black hoodie did not scream high fashion.

“I didn’t know you were coming over,” I said and turned on the faucet to wash the smell of bleach off my hands. 

“Well you guys have been living here for almost four months and you haven’t invited us over Ys. I mean you can’t keep my Cuzzo away from me.” Nina said and gently patted Nick’s arm. 

Nina and Nick always had that brother and sister bond that irked me. I didn’t know if it was because Nina always wanted to be included or if it was because Nick always went to her when we argued. It strained my relationship with her over the years. Although Nick and I always got back on good terms, she and I didn’t. Estrella crossed the floor to the window and slammed it shut.

“Too cold Ysabel you should always clean with warmth.” She commented and I just gave a tight lip smile to her.

 I turned the faucet off and turned back to the three standing in the kitchen. Nina was still judging my attire while Estrella inspected the blue bucket filled with liquid. 

“Que eso? Why are you using bleach and Mistolin, you need to use fabuluso, Nick knows this.” Estrella said and rubbed her nose in annoyance. 

I had nothing to say and I looked at Nick for some assistance with his mother. Instead, he looked at his feet and let his mother continue her critiques. Estrella perused the counter and rubbed her hand across before she made a face.

“Ysabel you need to clean a little bit better,” Estrella commented and I tried my hardest not to roll my eyes at her. 

Nina laughed loudly at her aunt’s comments and nodded her head in agreement. 

“Yeah Ysa, you got to give Nicky the best, and this isn’t it, I mean why did you even move to this building? It’s in the hood and it’s so ghetto. I worry about Nick here. I mean what if he accidentally gets hurt by a hoodlum?”
I didn’t respond but walked over to the fridge and opened it to view what I already knew what was in there. They were disrespecting my neighborhood, my community, my apartment but I knew I could not lash out on them. They looked down on my small place because Nick's stepdad had purchased a few condos in Yonkers. 

“You should try to do your role better.” Estrella accused and I gripped the handle of the fridge harder. 

Although Nick and I had been dating for five years his parents never took our relationship seriously. I wasn’t the type of girl they wanted for their son. They wanted someone who was a homemaker, cleaned the house, an obedient woman who followed the word of her man, and a woman who didn’t speak her mind. According to them, I barely hit those points and I didn’t want to. 

Friday, August 2, 2019

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Thursday, August 1, 2019

Road to Grad: Fork in the Road


Writing has been my dream since as long as I could remember. Hell, ask a family member, and they will tell you that I off in the corner somewhere scribbling in a notebook about something. Writing wasn't just a hobby but a passion that I have coveted at the tender age of four? Or maybe six? It has been so long that I can't exactly remember my origin story. So with this fire under my belly, I tried shoving it away for years for my father had always told me I was "too smart" to be a starving artist, so I went to school for business.

However, writing was still in the back of my mind so I had to pursue this just may be a bit further down the line. Fast forward to Spring 2018, when I was accepted into The City College of New York MFA Creative Writing. I was elated and pleased to be given this opportunity but something happened. I was bored and not in an I am too good for this course but in a ... this is not how I foresee this going. I already had my BA in English, Creative Writing so I expected that in graduate school it would be different. Unfortunate that wasn't the case, and it wasn't that the courses were bad. I had great professors, and the subjects were interesting but the number of literature courses versus workshop courses was greatly unmatched. The requirements consist of five workshops courses, and eight literature courses, and one thesis course. You can only take these course one per semester and I just do not feel that is enough. I understand that you need literature to learn about writing but I feel at this point this amount was too uneven.

So what did I do? 

I switched programs like the crazy person I am and now I attend a new college with a new major. I went from Creative Writing to International Crime and Justice at John Jay College. While this leap was far, it wasn't entirely, my minor was professional communications and at John Jay, my focus is on advocacy policies and research. Its writing overall but just a different type. I think I will go back for Creative Writing or Publishing through an online program but for now, in this fork in the road, I went left.