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Blog Post #11

Fiction Outline

Inciting Incident

Enola, the greatest prodigy, was born the hope of peculiars risen, but discovers that she was born with a purpose that her rivals, Black magic, has known that she was the prodigy. The news made the other peculiars feared.

Engage with Conflict

As she grew up, Enola learns that there is a reason for everything. She let her life gets close to their enemy. She let her life controlled over the situations that come over anytime. Black magic also gets close to her and eager to kill her to conquer the mighty kingdom.

Midpoint Reversal

Enola was lost and lonely but now found. And she discovered that when her power started to unleash that she could see even the tiny particles that humdrum could not.

No way out but through

She will prove herself, then she shall decide; whether to take it or not because to have prodigious powers is also experience great misery. It is a rule of our world and the last word that her Mother Queen said.

Dark moment

Enola realized that her power is not enough to wipe out the black magic, then she feels of losing hope, but when her; protector arrives, she realizes that it is not yet the end. She keeps going because her story doesn't end it here.

Climax

The war between white magic and black magic ended.

Resolution

The black magic vanished, and Sarah, the leader of the tribe, died as well and was cursed to remove her own eyes.

"Death may be a better option, but I won't die easily."

I did this to protect my tribe.

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Story cover

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Blog Post No#9

Character sketch

ENOLA AKANE

Monologue Script

(Usual spot in the balcony)

I leaned against this cold steel chair with matching rusty tables, humming and swaying on my seat happily.

I leaned closer on the surface of the table like a child. As I noticed the concentration of dark skin under my eyes as I see my spitting image on the mirror near our wooden door.

I have not taken good care of myself, I whispered.

I started to worry, and I felt a pang of guilt against my inner thoughts. I leaned closer to the mirror, and I show my sordid smile in the parallel.

I sigh and surrender the hope of getting it back to normal. I was like a lost kitten roaming along the sidewalks with a bit lost on the track.

I seem to be like a liberty statue with a resting bitch face on the outside, but I am such a softy. As I look at my likeness, I forcefully not to smile, but the curve of my lips could not hold it on. I ended up with short chuckles.

I am not the kind of person you would gaze longer or the person you had to steal a second glance in the busy streets of New York.

Who really am I?

What's the purpose of living in this solitary life?

Life...home...Alone..

I am Enola Akane caught between a past that keeps on haunting me. My name has a deep meaning. Enola means Alone, and Akane, which means Red dyed hair.

I name by the vision of one sorcerer in our clan, and there is no thought-provoking topic about my existence.

I am anxiously following the unique existent of my parents. I was born with rebels and war.

I grow up overcoming the tragedies of my past. I belonged in a mysterious and isolated "Family."

Little secret to be revealed...

I am half human- half immortal, cursed to exterminate the fall of enemies.

I see myself as a hopeless and selfless. And I was hoping to find a camaraderie who likely born the same as me.

Life?

I have torn away from a simple life and thrown out into a world of immortal.

"So, you 'e like a modern-day Rapunzel with a superpower." He asks.

"I guess?" I whispered.

"You let your hair grow longer, then escape this spooky manor." His lips curve a bit.

"Hahaha, you undoubtedly something ken."

"You indeed think of that?" I chuckle

"Yup, why is there something wrong?" He leaned closer; intertwine his two hands.

"No, not really," I exclaimed.

"We talk a little longer by now, yet we still don't know each other." He protests.

"Oh, my bad. I'm Enola Akane, by the way. Solitary living here too so-called spooky of yours. I exclaimed.

"Enola Akane ha... Nice name. It suits your living hahaha."

"I am Ken Harushi. Your protector, Your Guardian. Team up with the unique creatures and taught to fear in order to escape a life that not what I am wishing.”

" Born to follow rules, Your rules, Your majesty." He said and bowed.

A moment of silence, I can even hear the silent fragrance of .....

Here I am again.

Here I am again.

A familiar feeling... A place where I can lingered the ambiance.

I closed my eyes, and as I greeted the morning light on the open sky.

I feel the steamy heat of beautiful morning skies, I was silent, sitting, and accepting the warmth of light coming from above.

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Blog Post No #8

Young Adult

Life could define a lot of things. Life comes, and life goes with or without reason or cause. Life is beyond meaningful we just borrowed it from the above, which is the Life that God prevails for us. But we know that it is more than enough of what we wished. It makes several relationships to be bond fit and unbreakable. For me, My life genre could be Young Adult because I face different changes and challenges as a teenager. In our generation, time is a big issue for us; everything that we do matters all the time. Aged around 12-18, I, myself, conclude that achieving and conquering every challenge that comes along our way gives a mixture of satisfying and overwhelming; Pursuing and uplifting things by your own place a bigger space in our hearts. Sometimes, in life, we must learn when to give up, and after that, we must realize when to fight again. Struggles are just a glimpse in life because it is a part wherein we learn something from it.

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Blog Post No. 7

Creative Writing awakens our creativity. We are using our imagination to molds our fields of vision. Creative Writing is everything that deals with our imagination, and we use our minds to create a story beyond what we have expected. Creative Writing helps out the best in me when it comes to makes the words so aesthetically and artistry. I wasn't 'miss perfect.' Where I could see myself for who I truly am because Creative Writing, I forget about from being simple to extraordinary. From there, I go into further and deeper meaning.

I'm not the girl who loves to write everything and anything, rather I'm the girl who loves, to read anything and everything and because of creative writing. I will become a writer not to impress the others, rather express what I feel. This setting wherein our characters in writing have to observe everything.

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Blog Post No. 6

- VeL VeTiCa

Poet Background

1. What inspires me? Honestly, it is because I tend to go so far, yet I'm still going after him. It may sound "martyr" probably because my heart wants to give up, but my mind says otherwise. I am on the verge of giving up, wherein I am brave enough to let someone walk away. And I dare to walk away on whatever it is that is killing me inside. However, I still wish because I'm still longing for his presence from that day up until now. Somewhere in time, our paths might cross again, and if that happens, I will make sure to make it better. If destiny makes our paths cross again, I hope that the memories won't die and will stay frozen, but now it is not the time to say Goodbye. I would rather wish that you are here with me.

Central Message

2. The central theme of the poem I made is about taking a trip down to memory lane and reminiscing the memories with special someone. Someone who meant the world. That he was like a drug that she was addicted to; that before the oceans of love drown her. It is something that should never have existed. It made her think that a slight drop of rain and freezing ambiance made her think of the possibilities that will never happen. Sometimes, she sits in the corner and watches the serenity of the weather; she feels a weird feeling that all she could think of is his voice and his scent. He is like the sun, and she is the mercury that she revolves around, but it is a million miles away, so far yet so near. That she misses how her chest tightens at the mere sight of him. Even in her sleep, whenever she closes her eyes, his image appears, and so shady she feels inside grows even shadowy every time she thinks of him and their memories together.

Poem Analysis

3. The poem that I made uses different features of Poetry: such as rhyme scheme, rhythm, structure and form, tone/voice, imagery, and lastly figurative language.

Rhyme Scheme

First is the rhyme scheme, the rhyme scheme that I was using in the poem is coupled rhyme because it occurs in pairs, and also mostly coupled rhyme is the Dominant that can be read and seen. Which is in the first stanza is AABB, then the second stanza is AAAB, the third stanza to the fifth stanza is AABB, and the sixth stanza is ABBB, and lastly ABCB.

Rhythm

While the rhythm that I used is IAMB rhythm that comprised one unstressed syllable which is the word "breathe" then followed by two stressed syllables which is the word "beneath."

Tone/Voice

Also, the tone/voice that the writer conveys is about hoping for something that will never happen. It is like you're in the shoes of the character. You could feel her heartbeat with a mixture of longing, and at the same time happy because her imagination could help to ease what she's feeling.

Figurative Language

The figurative language that can read in the poem: such as the eyes of a crow, cold feet, Pain in vain, and two hearts draw near closer. However, to be specific figurative language is a metaphor which is the "cold feet." because it is not literally a cold foot, rather a wave of timidity or fearfulness. Then, a personification which is the "Two hearts draw near closer." because I was giving a heart a life literally.

Imagery

The imagery that I use and be specific to what Imagery is visual, thermal, kinaesthetic, and olfactory. The sense of sight is the word "Glimpse" because she wanted to see again the image of him when he sleeps; then, the sense of hearing is the word "Pendulum." that beeps because of her life wishes to be him even more; then the sense of heat is the cold feet that cease to let it be. Lastly, the sense of movement that "our paths crossed again." she makes sure she will make it better.

Structure and Form

The structure and form that I use to make a poem is a Free-Verse poem with a four lines stanza. A stanza that consist of 4 lines that occur with pairs in the end of every lines. Every stanza consists of four lines with end rhyming on it.

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Blog Post No. 5

Memories to Remember

Life is too short, memories as it is. The bittersweet experiences that will mold our future. Imagine those waves of laughter that shared. I have experienced tough times, but it is still worthwhile later on. University of Negros Occidental-Recoletos is my second home it is, where I build and form to be a better person. They teach us to be an adherent of Christ. I'll always treasure the moments with them. Memories will stay and be filled with new ones.

  #AlwaysBeAMemory

#CREWRIislife

Glowing with blazing moonlight,

Shimmering in diffuse light.

Dance to the beat of melody,

Savage moves of free and easy.

Credits: Uno-R Starlight

At daylight, reigning the fierce of hotness.

A soft swishing of voices of a chorus.

Those arms that were wrapped tightly around me, made me feel loved and giddy.

The savoury appetite Sprint through my tummy.

Photo by: Gweneth Ang

My euphoria is the rich aroma and fragrance of the cafeteria.

Photo by: Gweneth Ang

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Blog Post No. 4

Dutch Wooden Clock

Dutch Wooden Clock

So much depends

Upon

A Dutch Wooden

Clock

Chimes on the hour and

Half hour

Towards a plaun fence

Space.

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Blog Post No. 3

1. CROW’S OVER

2. HIS EYES BRIMMED WITH REACTION

3. EAR WORM

4. FLAPPING BIRD

5. NAIL STUCK IN THE HEAD

6. BIRD'S EYE VIEW

7. PALE AS PAPER

8. GOT A SILVER SPOON IN THE MOUTH

9. KEEP YOURS CARDS CLOSE TO YOUR CHEST

10. TIME FLIES

11. EGG IN THE BASKET

12. DRIFTING BUCKET

13. PULL UP YOUR SOCKS

14. SHADOW OF HIS OLD SELF

15. BLOODLESS LEG

16. CHEESE ON PLATE

17. SOMETHING FISHY

18. FISH OUT THE WATER

19. SPILL THE BEANS

20. KEEP THE ACE INTO YOUR SLEEVES

21. PLACE YOUR HEART INTO YOUR SLEEVES

22. A FELINE CAUGHT VY ITS TAIL

23. HEAD OVER HEELS

24. COLD FEET

25. WALKING ON EGGSHELLS

26. CHERRY ON TOP

27. A SILVER OF CAKE

LITREADITURE!

1. ALLUSION: 

ach mouth holds a sinner… head locked inside, he flails his legs.

– The Inferno by Dante Alighieri

2. ANAPHORA:  

We cannot walk alone. And as we walk, we must make the pledge that we shall always march ahead. We cannot turn back.

- I have a dream by Martin Luther King Jr.

3. EUPHEMISM: 

“I am one, sir that comes to tell you your daughter and the moor are now making the beast with two backs.” 

- Othello by William Shakespeare

4. EPIGRAM:

 “Both robb’d of air; we both lie in one ground. Both whom one fire had burnt, one water drown’d.” 

- Hero and Leander by John Donne

5. LITOTES:

 I cannot say, that I think you are very generous to the ladies; for, whilst you are proclaiming peace and good-will to men, emancipating all nations, you insist upon retaining an absolute power over wives. 

– By Abigail Adams  

6. METONYMY: 

“I’m mighty glad Georgia waited ‘til after Christmas before it seceded.”

- Gone with the wind by Margaret Mitchell

7. OXYMORON: 

Why then, O brawling love! O loving hate! O anything, of nothing first create! 0 heavy lightness! Serious Vanity! 

 -Romeo and Juliet by Wiliiam Shakespeare

8. MERISM: 

“There is a working class—strong and happy—among both rich and poor; there is an idle class – weak, wicked, and miserable – among both rich and poor.”

-The Crown of Wild Olive, 1866 by John Ruskin

9. ANTITHESIS: 

“Better to reign in hell than serve in Heav’n.”

- Paradise Lost (1667) by John Milton

10. IRONY: 

“A little more than kin, and less than kind���.

 -Hamlet by William Shakespeare

                                       

Journal Entry #2

          What’s the language of the piece?

      HOW DO I LOVE THEE? (SONNET 43)

Title

      ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING’S

Author

 Elizabeth Browning’s poem depicts a wide scale of what “love” is. Her poem shows feelings of being in love, remembering aspects of love based on her personal experiences. Browning’s How Do I love thee uses a lot of figurative language in describing emotions and scenarios in the poem. The poem’s tone shows serenity and serendipity. The author shows an emotional way of depicting the poem’s message to the readers. The last lines of How Do I love thee reveals exactly how Elizabeth was feeling.

“I love thee with the breadth, smile, tears, of all my life; and, if God choose, I shall but love thee better after death.” It shows the strong power of love that anyone could read as if they could feel their heartbeat. The dominant figure of speech in Elizabeth’s poem is anaphora because the use of I love thee in eight lines and I shall but love thee in the last line. The writer shows how she loves his beloved and she continues loving even if after her death if God allows her to.  And her love seems so unfathomable. Were in anyone could go through beyond their spirit and caress every pinch of sensation.

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Blog Post No. 2

Well, where do I start?

To know my part,

Okay, let me think first,

Before I fuel your thirst.

In the morning rays, in the corner of my heart, and in the heart of my mind. Sitting in a square-shaped space of our dwelling place. Here I am again, writing what my heart and mind desire. From my vantage point, young and old can be creative. There is no exceptions in creativity, in doing some activity. You can create ideas using your imagination. You can make your own preternatural world to reach your dream destination. Creativity has no limits, you can create in just a minute. Place your deeper mind and soul in your creations to have intense emotion. And to achieve of what you believe.

#WhatMakesAGoodCreativeWriter

#IAmBecomingONE

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Blog Post No. 1

1. What is CREATIVE WRITING?

For me, Creative Writing helps the writers or the readers to express their thought in a creative and preternatural ways of writing. It is the expressway to scribble the feelings or thoughts of an author, writers, even those singular who has a heart in writing.

2. Why study Creative Writing?

We study Creative Writing in order to improve, enhance, and upgrade the way of our writing skills. For instance it is also to know the purpose and the objective of it.

3. Why is being creative important for survival in this post truth world?

Being creative is important for survival in this post truth world to avoid any discrimination. And in order to produce and create better ideas.

4. Do you think that creativity involves putting your heart and soul into your work? Or is it more like letting your mind flow freely to witness the surprising results of your actions? Explain your answer.

For me, is it more like letting my mind flow freely to witness the surprising results of my actions for me to know and rate how creative I am. It is more creative if we let our minds do the works because others will just follow.

5. Do you believe that it is important to be accepted by others as being creative or is just doing what you love to do enough to justify your work? Explain.

I do believe that it is much important just doing what I love to do enough to justify my work because it is not for them it for myself on how I justify my own works in doing that things that I love.

1. “Don’t move,” he whispered.

I was walking on my way home. I saw a silhouette of a man but it suddenly fade away. Minutes had passed I reach my house I feel Goosebumps because I feel someone behind me “Don’t move,” he whispered. It is the man I saw while ago.

2. It was the opposite of love at first sight.

But unexpectedly a woman catches my attention walking in the hallway. I suddenly trip her because I did not like the way she looked at me. She not distasteful nor she’s good.

3. The scream sounded far away.

It is 2:00 Am at midnight I was watching a TV show. When I heard someone yell as if she need help one distance away from home. I thought I was just imagining. And I woke up in the morning I got this news that there was murder happened.

4. It got harder every time.

Joy was being kidnapped and placed in an electric chair. Every time she tried, to move the lock got fitter and fitter. And it got harder every time she tried.

5. If it hadn’t rained that night, everything would have turned out differently.

David plans to surprise his girlfriend for an Engagement Party at the Alegria beach resort wherein it is where they first met. And it happens they now engage, but the rain suddenly pours. They don’t have any choice but to wait for the rain stop.  

        Journal Entry #1

I’m Frency Len B. Herbolario you can call me ‘Frency’ just don’t use my second name. I was born in the Province of Southern Leyte wherein it is known for producing a good quality of abaca fiber. Currently residing at Marquez corner Gardenia St. Prk.Paghidaet, Brgy Mansilingan, Bacolod City. We are six and I’m the third princess in the family.

Honestly, I don’t like to socialize with those people who are not in the mood for anything. I don’t want them to think that I’m too desperate for someone’s attention.

I am very close with my Family. They are my Real Home. Every time I'm feeling down they are always there to lift me up. They uplifted me, supported me, and mentor me. We're not that Perfect, but all I can say is that I am very blessed to have them as my Family. I don't have anything to wish for because my family is more than enough.

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The brightest sun, brightest light.

 Because she watches Disney, yours truly Frency.

 Hi! I am Frency Len B. Herbolario. However, you can call me "Princess." I'm Seventeen years old and currently residing at Purok Paghidaet, Barangay Mansilingan. I love to read books because it is my comfort zone. Purple is my favorite color. Also, I am a big fan of Korean idols and drama. WHAT’S WRITTEN on my Facebook bio is "Keep the Smile on." Well, because life is, too short always chose happiness. Besides, I am a homebody person I don't do stroll without, a valid reason, and permission from my parents. I am just an ordinary person with a blessed heart.