Writing Blog

  " Write about food." This text is a love story, one about an activity we always do, eating. However, it is not exclusive to eating. I believe it is more about sensations, feelings, memories, and passion when doing it. Please, sit down, chill a bit, and take your time to imagine what I will tell you; this will make your mouth water.         Mashawi  Plate is the name of my favorite dish. Why did I select Arabic food and not a Mexican or Argentinian one? Because of the impressions that I had the first time I tasted it. And this is how the story begins.       One day I was with my brother in San Francisco's port, fooling around in the Van, listening to Sam Smith, and talking about drones when suddenly ran into an Arab business. " Mamalon,"  is the word Elias said a second later; however,  Curiosity  was the term that impregnated both our minds and palate.       As co-pilot in charge of choosing ...

"It's 2 a.m., and you're heading home, reflecting on the night you just had."   Personal note: Try to rest more before writing. I'll try to summarize what my best friend and I just did: We started drinking at his house. We decided to go to Luisa's house because there was more space. There were dozens of beers.      However, the last thing I remember about the party was Marcelo's conversation, my best friend. "Come on, man, drink it! It is just a small pill. I have done it before several times, trust me," he said.       I remember how my hands were shaking. The seven beers I had drunk twenty minutes before were touching me already. My smile covered my entire face, that's why my face was so tired, and my strange laugh made everyone mutter. "Alright, buddy. Give my tha' shiiit..." I screamed. My crush looked at me with fear.       After taking it, I knew nothing about myself. My friends called an Uber and waited for it. The driver ...

  "Write a story around your favorite fictional character." Videogames have always been a crucial part of my personal development since I was a kid, from  The Legend Of Zelda  to the  Uncharted  series. From linear games as  Golden Eye 007  to endless open-world games like  Skyrim . I still look back on the very first game I played, suffered, and finished.  Its name was  Banjo-Kazooie— A multi-platform game pretty similar to Super Mario 64 but more addictive and challenging for a nine-year-old guy.           Yeah, good times; however, this text is not about what experiences I have plunged inside. But rather about the character whom I connected with the most. Through extensive analysis, I ended up thinking of Jack. The elegant gentlemen, and main character from Bioshock.      The game starts at midnight in the Atlantic Ocean when Jack's airplane crashes during a mysterious collision. We se...

"Write the story of your favorite song." Interest was my response toward  Without Me . Despair is the feeling that  Going Through Changes  produced in me. Love is the sentiment  Sing For The Moment  made me feel. Passion was what  Beautiful  activated that cold afternoon.  Till I Collapse  lit my inner flame, plus,  Lose Yourself  made me stay for a long time.       However, if there is a song that resumes all the reactions earlier mentioned and more, that would be  When I'm Gone.  When I'm Gone   was released in 2005, alongside Eminem's newest album  Curtain Calls, a nd quickly became a global sensation.      Because this four-minute-long story is the art piece that has touched me the most, it deserves its text. I consider it is worth ordering and describing the song from its various verses. Alright, that said, let us jump straight into today's matter. "Yeah, it's my life. ...

  "Write about something that happened to you when you were a child." Growing up on what was, literally, the other economic spectrum of the family marked my brothers and me forever. Here is the context. It was a period before cellphones in every pocket. Before constant anxiety and depression. Where Facebook and Twitter did not exist. A time when, from dawn to dusk, if kids were not in school, they were fooling around outside the house. Some families had the chance to have a video console or a computer of their own. Some others had the opportunity to install a pool or possess a big backyard behind the walls. Our case was neither of them.     For the adventurous-dynamic boys in my family, videogames were a chance, often our only one, to escape our drab houses—full of old books—and go into my grandparents' house to play some Nintendo stuff.     One night in December, dozens of cousins were gathered around the main table in what was my grandparents' old apartment; C...

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Start your story with the line, “By the time I stepped outside, the leaves were on fire.” (Whether this is a literal fire is up to you.) "No, young lady, this place has never met fire. These beautiful and frozen leaves can't be heated. They emit a radioactive wave that destroys everything you use to try to burn them." said the Blue Bishop.       "Fascinating," responded Namina, the mist coming out from her mouth, mixed with the greatness of those four-meter-high and black trees perturbed her focus.       "When I was young, I lost dozens of lighters playing around with these old friends." added her grandfather.      He is lying to me. Nobody is that stupid to try more than three times the Fotia chance , she thought. "Why are you still alive?" Namina asked naively. I heard that three times is the maximum time of amounts you can disrespect the forest."       "Bullshit. That's what we tell people to avoid actin...