Showing posts with label Non-linear story. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Non-linear story. Show all posts

Tuesday, July 25, 2023

Amari in the land of giants, encroachers, and creepers

 Everything looks so beautiful! The ice-glazed mountains, greenery everywhere, birds chirping and flying away in the sky that looks more open and freer than anywhere else. As if this part of the sky is different! As if this place is different! So serene, so free, so relaxing! Amari couldn’t hold all this beauty, all this calmness inside her. She’s not used to such silence, such peace, such order.

Giant mammoths, rhinos, and several crawling and creeping bugs kept Amari on her toes. She kept running, trying to catch her breath but failing each time. 

“Run, Amari! Run!” The voice sounded familiar to her but also fading. Her heart felt like it would explode any minute. Her lungs couldn’t receive the air they needed, resulting in her organs retaliating and demanding that her feet stop running.

The sky was still so vast, so free, so beautiful, so clear, so blue, but simultaneously so mysterious! As if it could engulf the gigantic mountains, the mammoths, the bugs, the rhinos, and the girl who was desperately running without a direction! Could the same sky that looked so captivatingly liberating be incarcerating, too? Could being engulfed by the vast sky save Amari from those giants and creepers? The lush greenery that looked so bustling slowly encroached on Amari to take over her body like a shroud, to send her to oblivious death. What would she choose? Being mauled and trampled or being totally devoured and imminently engulfed? Are these choices any different from the ones she had to take back home? 

“Where? Where do I go? Where do I run, and for how long? Wherever I look, there’s danger, possible threats, impending death, and impeding roads and destinations. Perilous! It’s a perilous death trap. This place is a death trap!”

Amari kept repeating these words again and again. But the noise around and outside her was so loud that she could barely hear anything she was saying. Even the noises in her head were dead, buried in the corner of her ever-chaotic and deafening mind. 

Silence! Silence!

Amari took off the blue and green embroidered jacket she had brought from home while escaping. A jacket that contained her childhood, her nostalgia, remnants of what she called home, her parents' warmth, her siblings' laughter and company, and the scrumptious aroma of homecooked meals. It was the only thing that she could take with her while escaping. She tied it up around her waist as tightly as she could. She couldn’t afford to lose it. No! The only thing that symbolized a home that once kept her safe and let her sleep without the fear of losing people to destruction, chaos, and atrocity. The blue and green jacket had a beautiful scenery embroidered on it. Her mother embroidered the sky, and her father the green trees. A sky unlike the one that wanted to engulf her. Green trees, unlike the ones that tried to shroud her into oblivion.

Amari could see that her running would come to an end soon. No, not because she had a destination that would keep her safe or a safe place where she could hide herself from danger. That’s the thing about this place: you can never hide from danger! You can die or keep running until you end up where Amari would end up soon while crossing many obstacles.

A dark abyss, an infinite dark chasm that looked just like a black hole. All Amari could understand was that if she jumped, she would escape this place. But at what cost?

Where will this infinite dark chasm lead her to? What even is that? 

The creepers, giants, and encroachers were coming closer and closer…

The bottomless chasm was right in front of her. What would she choose? Is death escapable? Is death inevitable? Or is this a new beginning in the ending?

Right at that moment, she looked at her jacket. Something's inside the pockets.


What are those? Do they save her? Do they give her any clues? Does the jacket, the last symbol of her home that she escaped from, save her? With so many choices, a limited time, and a life-and-death situation, Amari has to make a decision.







Friday, June 30, 2023

Ah, childhood!


Auro watched a clip on Instagram today. It was a clip from the movie The Namesake. A father holding his son’s hand, taking him close to the sea. The mother with her daughter in her arms keeps telling him, “Don’t go so far that I can’t see you. He’s too little.” As the waves wildly crash on the shore, the father waves his hand in an assurance that he has listened to her concern and that they are safe. The child is safe. The child is safe with the father holding his hands. They are safe! The child is safe. The child is safe. The child is safe.

As they reach closer to the crashing and roaring waves, he suddenly remembers that there is no camera. They left the camera in the car. “What to do?”, the father asks his son. “The camera, it’s in the car. All this way and no picture, huh?” 

The child doesn’t move his eyes from the sea. 

He keeps looking at the sea. 

He doesn’t care about the camera, 

about the pictures, 

about the lost opportunity to capture a perhaps once-in-a-lifetime view. 

He is in the moment. 

The father scrunches down, gets closer to the child, smiles at him, and says, “We just have to remember it then, huh? Will you remember this day?” It is then when the child speaks as the intensity of the responsibility suddenly pulls him back to reality. But his eyes still don’t move. Eyes affixed on the sea, the child asks, “How long do I have to remember it?” “Ah, remember it always. Remember that you and I made this journey and went together to a place where there was nowhere left to go”, the father replies. 


All Auro could think was, “How long has it been since I left my father’s hand? How long has it been since my mother lost me from her sight? How do they feel knowing that they had to let go of my hands, let me go out of their sight? How scared have they been, for how long?

Am I scared? I don’t think so. Not since that night. Now I’m more afraid to let them see me. What do I tell them? How do I tell them? 

        I’m not your little girl anymore! I can’t be, not anymore!”

Auro can’t tell them that. So, she just sends this clip to her sister and writes, “Ah, childhood!”


She tells herself, “No, it doesn’t break my heart. It doesn’t break my heart.

As if it doesn’t break my heart.

As if 

it doesn’t revive the silent sob screeching in the corner of my heart 

that desperately, 

violently, 

brutally, 

inhumanely 

dumped my childhood somewhere without telling me, 

without letting me know where to find it if I ever needed it back, 

if my parents ever needed their little girl back!”






Sunday, April 2, 2023

Neonstrous!!


Pumba kept thinking if he would choose a different life if he could. He kept looking at the triangular-shaped black box kinda thing until he finally decided to touch it. Once he touched the box, a neon-colored screen appeared with bold letters telling him all about the box.

“Dear you, who is now the owner of this remote. Push any buttons you want. All you get to know is that this is a remote control that comes with no instructions at all. YOU do whatever you want with it. YOU bear the consequences and cry, laugh, lament, regret, or rejoice. We just tell you that this is a triangular remote. Make smart choices, or not. We don’t care. That’s our slogan.”

Pumba already started to regret his choice. “Why did I touch that stupid box? I mean the remote. The rude, mean, and nonsensical remote. Has it started already? I’m regretting everything already. But I didn’t push any of the buttons yet. What if I don’t have to and it’ll still act like a bad nightmare? Should I just leave it? What if it gets worse? Should I press the green button? Or the red one? What about the blue one or the yellow one? What if I press all of them together? Should I just throw it away? Destroy it maybe?"

The moment Pumba tries stepping on the remote to destroy it, the neon screen reappears!

“Foolish human! Look at yourself. Who’s destroying whom?”









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