5th of March

Genesis/Internal Conflict

"Desire, Fear, Misbelief" - Abbie Emmons

What this quote means to me:

The best way to indulge into this quote would be to create an example of it in action and split it into thirds.

Desire:

The Desire in this quote reference the want of a character in a story. For example Woody wants to be the favourite toy in toy story and Marlin wants Nemo to be safe in Finding Nemo. This is crucial for the health of a story as it creates plot and allows for plot paths.

Fear:

The fear in this quote reference the fear of a character and in turn what they are trying to avoid. This is again present in Woody's fear being that he doesn't want to not be the favourite toy anymore and Marlin doesn't want Nemo to be in danger. 

Misbelief:

The Misbelief in this quote references a character's incorrect belief in a story or lesson to be learned. Such as Woody doesn't have to be Andy's favourite toy of Andy and Nemo doesn't need Marlin to be safe.

I am in full support of the idea of women-only gyms, gendered toilets and women-only clubs.

I even had an experience when I was dancing with one of my friend girls at a club. She kept pulling me close to her and I didn't quite understand why most of the night.

However, a few hours into the clubbing session when she kept pulling me close to her I decided to turn around because I noticed she had a worried look at something. And when I turned around to see a guy a couple years older than us two. He gave her the most creepy and violent stare I have ever seen. It put me into primal fight or flight mode.

And ever since then, I have understood why girls always travel in groups. I had my show don't tell explanation.

Iris too reaped her harvest. And now she stands above, her fire burnt all that matters, all that serves her. To protect her love Rakuna, she tried to burn her enemies. Her enemies never hurt Rakuna and never tried to. But when Iris is hurt, maybe it will hurt her love for Rakuna. It will hurt what Rakuna has done for her. And that’s not fair to Rakuna she thinks? Selfish Iris. Now Rakuna is burnt on the ground. Lying dead. Don’t bite the hand that feeds you Iris.

That God looks like my father.

In his hands he held a baby, it bubbled and cuddled in his arms comfortably. He was a large and tall man. His muscles like boulders on rock. His face was strong and defined. He had me and my father’s black skin. He had my father’s black beard and dark brown eyes. 

He stood at the same height. 

What is he doing here?

This is Etherion. The island of dead ice. 

Four layers of wool isn’t enough to trap what little body heat can breathe in this air. 

The absence of any activity or energy creates an amnesia of what was warmth?

So blind, so ignorant and so misguided.

hearts to hearts reminisces not on the team but on the bleeding hearts of the fans,

The only royalty is it colours,

An ancient past of glory,

Like that of 3rd world societies like Iraq and Syria whose history is coated in wealth, but modern days dive ruin. 

Where is the Kangaroo?

Who has seen the Kangaroo?

So bad they couldn’t even get Harley Reid.

“Don’t know”

“You don’t know?”

“Nope.”

“Well are you in my dream”

“Nope”

“Then what are you then?”

“I’m a boy”

“Well I’m a girl”

“Okay”

Beat

“This is my dream and you are in it”

“No this is my dream and you are in it”
“Well maybe we are sharing a dream”

Beat

“What's your name?” 

“Rito, What’s yours?”

“Kakota.”

Beat

Something wild, something like life in the old times. 

It looks scary, you want it to be scary, but you know it’s not scary. 

When things go through what you are going through even the dark is calm to your mind. Your mind is loose, it can't be controlled. It’s frightening, more so the idea. The idea that you will never both control it or be free from it. 

What if there is something down there? Something to bring fear to you, something to make you scream.

You want that

You may feel again. 

Experience something again, not just physically and mentally, in your soul and in your heart.

But you went down there, it was dark but you couldn’t find what you were looking for. 

Even if you found it, you wouldn’t get what you want.

That's not how the freeze response works.

Blood pumps from my temple onto the ground.

Burnt with aggression, my aggression.

Fulfilment and euphoria comes from success, accomplishment and victory.

I am a disciplined person but immature and naive.

I could have been more careful, a different strategy.

I kill only for the acknowledgement that I could beat them in a fight.

I lie to myself that life is just a competition in everything.

It hurt me, but I can feel the significant jump in pain that I give to others.

My husband is dead.

My whole world has gone up in flames.

Rakuna is dead. I loved him for he was the entity of all I don’t possess internally, he gave me love that I couldn’t give myself.

The charge of my violence ignited in my comrades and the enemy.

The rolling misery I bring to this world of suffering and agony inflicted upon all overs.

Why do I fight my enemy? I’m not even political yet I am a commander.

Rick Riordan: White, Male, New York City

George R. R. Martin: White, Male, New Jersey

Frank Herbert: White, Male, Tecoma

Kentaro Miura: Japanese, Male, Chiba

I believe that my reading audit exposes that I lack feminine  literature but also literature written by authors of non-caucasian skin and living elsewhere from America.