Writing Blog

  "Find the first meme on your social media feed, write of it." Disclaimer, this is the worst text ever. Do not even try to read it. At the end of it, I wrote why it is not worth it.

"Write a story set in outer space." "Alright, guys. The city is sinking. We already knew that; however, that it is not the main problem," said an old voice. "An obstacle got into our way, and there are no more ships available to escape this hole."      "Just call the Mukir group to repair them, and that's it," Yao Han commented. His black eyes were wide open, but his voice sweet and delicate.      "Yes, yes, so intelligent of you, Yao, as always," muttered Wang. "They won't be here this time. It takes them twenty days to fix the entire fleet, plus six more to get here from Venus. Don't you see it? The danger this time is real. In nine suns we will be saying bye to each other,"       "Wang is right; they are not dumb enough to believe another story. Moreover, the nitrogen tides, combined with the increasing number of dust waves, make breathing difficult. Even if we do something, our houses will collapse, ...

 "Write a story set during a battle." Anthony stood in the hallway of the king's house, walking around and reading an old document. The dim light of the place changed its intensity every four seconds. From white to orange, from orange to gray. He could not concentrate.      A Uarinup soldier had given him the terms and conditions of their "special" requests thirteen minutes before; he hasn't finished the examination—the stress started to flood his mind. Anthony went to an oval office steps away by the corridor, sat down over the desk, and bent his knee on top of the other.      The paper depicted the small logo of the king's company at the top of the page. A real-time clock was embedded next to the image. His gaze whirled ninety degrees to the left. The grey walls of that daunting studio made him feel sick. Meanwhile, the clock advanced thirty more seconds.  Dear friend, Anthony. Son of Anticus. Leader of the Dulos and Lingos' sultan. Let m...

"Write a story set during a battle." At 20 miles per hour, a cargo train jam-packed with medicine had been stolen in the middle of nowhere. The responsible are the Jardouz Family. A well-known cartel in the north of Jalisco, Mexico.       The whistle was heard.      On an Appaloosa horse named Oakley, one of the two cowboys headed toward the moving train in the distance. The dust haze surrounding the rider and the basin's lack of moisture made the sight difficult for the machine's drivers. His elongated complexion and long cloaks combined with the poor soil there were.       A midday sun hit him in the face; however, his brown-rounded hat stopped any ray from touching him. The guy over the horse could be Kamal or his younger brother, Dr. Zomaki. His head remained unknown. The anesthesia they needed to cure the town's population was located in the last two cars of the train's entire body.      Dr. Zomaki, the f...

"Write a romantic story." At the end of the first week of university, Matteo found himself unfocused from his introductory courses; he felt something weird was happening to him. That day, before going out of his last class. He stopped at his desk and stared at the ceiling—thoughtfully. A lack of motivation was not there but a girl's presence. An odd feeling invaded his thoughts.       His cellphone shook.      "Is someone still in the French classroom? I left my phone's charger there!" read the message Matteo received.       "I am. I'll be here five more minutes. I got it with me, so, no worries," the guy said in the class' Whatsapp group.      "Cool, I'll be there ASAP," the nice-looking girl called Amara answered. Through the room's window, he saw his classmate coming at a rapid pace.          "Fuck! No, no, no, no, no. It can't be. It can't be," declared the boy. The girl...

  "Write a scary story."   The evening. What is the evening? Dead. What is dead? Cruelty. What is cruelty? Reality. What is reality? You will find a poisonous answer soon.   FROM "LOCAL STONE: THE MEXICAN CITY PLAGUED BY DEATH." "God damn, Stone! Fourteen guys more have been shot dead this morning. Fourteen! Did you hear that, Pilo?" A distance voice yelled while hearing the local news on an old radio from 1944. The noise bounced on every wall through the seven-meter-long hallway until it got to Pilo's room. It seemed as if the sound had been produced next to his ear.        "Wait, what?" the guy opened his eyes. Pilo had woken up. His breathing was heavy, disturbing some may assume. Scared and shocked are the words he identified the most later that day. "Fourteen guys, damn. I hoped it would be less. Fourteen families will see their son's bodies today. Fourteen..." He felt an immediate burden over his shoulders; his twenty-two-...

"Write a story for kids." Elephants, jaguars, rhinoceros, crocodiles, monkeys, and lions. Nature, people, food, and happiness. Do you know what I am trying to describe? We will dig in on a fascinating, uncharted, and sometimes dangerous topic in today's subject—animals in captivity.      However, to take the necessary measures, the place will be a zoo—the staff cares about your safety, kids. Moreover, this zoo is not a normal one. It is the most important in the world—the San Diego Zoo in the state of California.      This young boy over here is Marcos; he will be our companion today. Marcos turned nine last week and is pretty excited, as well as I am. Luckily, he already has some questions prepared, and we are happy to answer them. So, I will show you all the surroundings and some peculiarities, while the conversation goes on, please, follow me.       "Now, lad, you can start with your enigmas," said Miss Karmen while watching a green c...