Prompt – Unique story

Before New Year, a close friend and I were talking about how many great writers in the world manage to give an important message through a short story, a story made to film, short clip or even article. It’s amazing how these people possess a powerful skill that gives them the praise for these work.

Furthermore, what is more shocking when the topic about reality surface our conversation. I was shocked to learn that not only women, but children are victims too. It wasn’t enough to imprison women, but forcing children into doing something they do not want. what the hell? Does money really matters that much that you have to sell your soul? Where did your moral go?

Atlanta is the number one city in the U.S. for child sex trafficking, and, according to the nonprofit organization Street Grace, the #10 city worldwide. Up to 7,200 men in Georgia buy sex with a minor each month, from girls as young as 10 or 11.

In addition to this quote, he showed me a clip that gives me goosebumps until today.

Take a moment to watch, and you’ll understand.

Money

Money is a piece of paper printed with numbers, the shape and the color is decided before hand. All it need to do is printed and send it out to the banks and others. The value of money is printed on this piece of paper. There are also small coins, stamped with the countries’ names, the numbers of its value, and the year it was made.

Why is Money so precious?

With money we are able to spend it on luxurious items such as expensive brands of clothes, shoes, cars, phones. We can even have our own collectives of these things, as much as we like. Like rather spend it on collective items such as coins from the early 1900s, Vintage jewelries, vintage cars, used props from famous movies such as Star Trek, Harry Potter, Book from your favorite author, Old classic games etc.

Money is precious because it can also help a person with their hunger. Money can be used to pay for their living expenses, beside rent and electricity. A human being can not go long without a meal or a drink by the end of the day. We need to eat to survive, that’s what money is for. Without money, how can we get food? It’s not Year 0, where you can kill animals freely in the country to achieve a meal. This is the real world, it’s difficult to have a meal without any money.

There are two types of Money users

Savers – these are used to save every single penny that they earn, something that they learned from their parents. who learned from their parents. And the history goes a long way, until the end. These savers understand the value of a penny, it is precious to them as much as $100. They usually would spend the money on the living expenses, and barely buy something from themselves. Maybe once in a while, but there’s always someone in their life whom they believe deserve it better.
No, they are not cheapskates. They just don’t enjoy spending every single penny they own on everything, by the luxury traps that people set out for them. If they have debts, they would rather spend it to pay for the rest of it rather than other things.

Big Spenders - They spend up every penny they use, regardless what it is. It can be said that they uses they money like waters, but also comment on how childlike they are. For example, they go into a store and says “I want that, that , that and that.” Just by their point fingers at each items, they easily get whatever they want.
Some doesn’t even care if they’re hungry or not, they just spend on things that satisfy their needs or happiness. Still, there are many kind of big spenders out there who know who they are themselves.
Others are in the middle of big credit cards debts, that they’re having a hard time to pay back. Especially when they’ don’t know when to stop.

There are probably many more types of money spenders which are not listed up, but it can leave to yourself to tell us what those types are…

Take a listen.. and imagine

In the previous post, we talked about using your senses in writing too. It’s not about picturing the story in your head. But also other senses, like hearing.

Sometimes you see posts where one posts up a video link of a song or a music video. It’s not always about re-writing the plot of the music video, but also using your hearing of the beats, the notes of the song and the emotions.

A recent video that gives the viewers a differently look at an Music Video, miss A’s Touch song. It has received a lot of attention for the catchy yet creepy beat of music in the beginning. As if it was a start of a horror video or Vampires awaken of their sleep.

Check it out (below), and comments your views on it

Lost in love

Trapped in the ocean full of people,
but all I see is you
Lost in a dark forest,
but all I see is your shiny shadow
Left in a desert,
but all I see is your footsteps
slowly disappearing…

Your deep footsteps slowly taken by the wind,
Gone as you wished, never once existed
Part of your desire, imprinted deep into your memories
Slowly replaced by another person

Once knew a person by the river,
now nothing left
but a shadow of the past

Forget this painful goodbye, you said.
The faster you forget, the easier the pain will be.

How can I forget that person by the Song river that year?

The one who filled my life with love,
The one who filled my head with promises
And… the one who taught me how to live…

Was it all an illusion to you?
A built up file that can easily be
forgotten, erased, deleted?

The one you once loved,
now abandoned with a broken heart

……………..

My first attempt on writing a poem, not that well as I pictured. It’s rather messy, and not really staying together in a meaning of something.

But I will try harder in the future and make a better and meaningful poem. So let me know of what I can do better High appreciated for your constructive criticism.

Prompt – use your senses

It’s not always about what you see, or what you hear, but it’s also about your taste that can inspire you. Among your senses, which one does help you out and inspire you the most?

For me, I would say seeing. Inspiration is everywhere, you seek or it seeks you. But, the sad thing is that it doesn’t always help you. So, you seek a sense that could help you, hearing. The beat of a song, the play of a beat or how someone sings a word. Does that help?

What can you picture from a beat that’s played, a phrase from a song is sung to your ears. What does a melody reminds you of? An old melody that you once heard gives you the picture of an old past, or a story creating in mind?

Think about it, vision and visuals are not all when it comes to inspiration. Your senses is also useful in writing.

Case 6 – Part 5

“We did find Kim Kwangsu’s fingerprint in her apartment, but the problem with fingerprints is that we can’t be sure if it’s fresh or old.” Sunghee explained that they can’t combine him to the crime scene of a fingerprint. Although it does give him motive to harm his ex-girlfriend, the evidence doesn’t give enough proof.

It was not a dead end trap, just as they received a call from the hospital about an emergency happening with the guards. They sent their nearest team over, before they head out for themselves.

“The officers are down, please send back-up immediately.” The night shift nurse alarmed the police when she strolled down the hallway to see the guards running inside the bathroom covering their mouth.

It caught a commotion at the second store, where Park Soyeon was left alone sleeping peacefully. An unidentified man dressed in black hoodie entered her peaceful room. He stared at her with his deep dark brown eyes. His loud movement woke her up. She was terrified, as when he walked further towards her. She recognized his well-being, and said, “I led them to another trap, they won’t be on to you now.”

The man did not speak. Instead, he gave her a look she would never forget.

The security guards continued passing out after the mysterious dinner earlier. The investigation team was on the first floor heading upstairs covered with pools of vomit. They ignored the smell, and continued heading upstairs.

A minute later, he grabbed an extra pillow and told her to make a wish that she could’ve had a better ending. Or there was a hero who would save her.

She was given a painkiller, but it also made her weaker and tired than usual. She was unable to fight against this. “Don’t please, I did as you asked. I never did anything to harm you. Please, don’t..” It was her last plead when the team was close to the room and they tried to knock down the door.

Not Alarmed as the man was, he dropped the pillow and ran off. He jumped out the window, as the only exit he could find. Behind him, were the cops and the investigations team on his tail. Before heading in the cops have sealed the building, it wasn’t possible for any escape.

“Ms. Park, are you okay?” A nurse was given the permission to check u on Ms. Park in case of any injuries the man might have left behind. Meanwhile Taecyeon collected possible finger prints.

“Don’t you see that she’s still in shock? Due to all respect, Ms. Park was not in the state of answering questions.” There was other option, like how the hospital catches up everything. ChangMin was already on that case, collecting necessary tapes on a specific time. Ms. Park was not removed from the scene, as any remaining fiber of the strangers could be a good use to the team. “I apologize….” Taecyeon started, she knew that he was only doing his job. So she nodded, meanwhile he collected every fiber on her clothing.

“The bodyguards are both down with the food poisoning. I don’t think there’s anything else than what might have caused the problem.” A doctor informed the head detective of the case.

“I know who it was.”

….

Alarmed as SunMi was that night, she wasn’t able to sleep. She was laying on the bed, tied up from head to toe. She did not know where she was taken to, with her eyes blindfolded. Scared she was, not knowing what he might do to her.

At this point of their relationship, she wasn’t aware of this new side of him. And when she witnessed this, she became more scared than she should’ve been. If she loves him, or he loves her, then this wouldn’t happen.

It was cold where she was, she felt the cold wind blowing against her face through her body. She was still wearing the jumpsuit she had changed to. But it wasn’t warm enough to keep her warm in this location.

“SunMi ah…” The voice of her beloved boyfriend suddenly approached her.

She was cautious of his action, but yet she pretended like nothing was wrong.

“It’s time for brunch.” The smell of freshly made hot chicken soup was surfacing in front of her. She couldn’t see, only smell how wonderful it was to taste that piece of chicken.

He lifted up a spoonful of soup, blew slowly on it and fed her. “I’m sorry, I was late. But I am here now.” She quietly eats every spoonful he fed her, until she was finished. He put a straw in her mouth and let her drink from the water bottle.

Quietly, he puts the bowl and the water bottle on the cupboard nearby. He gently strokes her hair and whispered in her ear. “I’m going to slowly take this off. But you have to promise not to scream or be frightened.” She nodded.

He leaned over to her side, and slowly pulled the blindfold off. SunMi took her time and slowly opened her eyes.

In front of her, there was her beloved boyfriend. The friendly and sweet one, before he turned into someone else the other night. It left her an empty feeling, not knowing what to think. Not knowing it, she reached out her hand to touch his face.

“SeungRi ah..” she spoke softly. His face turned slowly away, he couldn’t bear looking into those innocent eyes of hers and then tell her what he has in mind. “You don’t need to do this, there is another way. There’s always another way.”

He grabbed her arm, and said, “I have no other options left, SunMi ah. They brought it on themselves. And they’re going to get it.”

Tears slowly filled both her eyes, with a wink, they strolled down her cheeks like waterfalls. She shook her head, and repeatedly said, “No, No, no.” Once again he looked away, she continued, “SeungRi ah, there’s another way to get back at them. Not this way, there are solutions to every problem. You don’t want to do this. I know you. I know that you wouldn’t murder them…I know…”

“I’ve gone too far to turn around now. There’s only one solution left and I am going to take advance of it.”

“SeungRi ah… We can work this out. I know you’re not that kind of man. I know you’re good, I can prove it. The evidence will prove that you’re an innocent man.”

Words were not speaking of, but actions showed it all.

Her hair was tucked behind her ears, tears dried with his right sleeve. He leaned over to place a kiss on her forehead. “I’ll be back, babe. If I don’t come back alive, then I can only blame our destiny together was too short.”

…

The one who attacked Park Soyeon was careless this time around. He left behind a few DNA that the team can easily identify who he is. TaecYeon was currently waiting for the result of the hair stray he found on the victim’s clothing.

None of the staff were around him, or at present when there was a match through their system. It’s stated that there’s a 99.9% match that the hair stray belongs to Kim Seunghyun, who is also known as Seungri, SunMi’s boyfriend.

Stunned at the result, he did not inform the head of the team. Instead, he decided to take things in his own hands, leaving everything behind. He contacted Seungri to meet up. He promised something that would solve everything. And in the end, they’re all winning.

The meet up location was set up at Namsan Park in Seoul at 2:00PM sharp.

Nervous was shown on his face, as sweats slowly gathered up on top of his forehead. He knew for some reason that maybe Sohee was right. SunMi is missing and only SeungRi knows where she is. But, if he brings along policemen then…SunMi will be missing forever.

“I’ll see you there, alone.”

Careless as he was at that moment, he left the monitor on. The results got shredded in the machine, into many small pieces. He left to the location, hoping that Seungri would meet up after promised.

Life was at stake here, and he believed that there’s a deal that Seungri cannot turn away from. And he would make sure that it goes through.

“Taecyeon-ssi…” Seungri was already ahead of him, standing in the corner near the entry. It would be easier to observe who was entering and the people around that person. The N Seoul Tower would give him the best observation, but the time was limited and they could only meet up for a short time before discovered.

“Seungri-ssi.” The two men were standing a distance from each other, looking around for outsiders. Slowly they walked together side by side to another place to be. Once again, they had to make sure that no one was there.

Taecyeon greeted him with their secret handshake and a hug. “They’re on to you.” He admitted as they exchange information on what was going on. “But, don’t worry. I have another freshly tip that would take them off your shoulders.”

“Hyung, I know you’re not here to fill me up on what’s on your side. You want something from me.”

Taecyeon chuckled uneasily, and responded, “pfft! Dongsaeng, you know I’m not that kind of person. I’m here to help and I will until the end. You’re like a brother to me, I wouldn’t want anything to happen to you.”

Spit was sucked up in his mouth, and he spitted it out right in front of his ‘hyung’. He stared him in the eye and responded, “Brothers are like body parts stuck together until the end. Women can be changed by the sock of my foot. Don’t you dare lie to me that you’re not here for SunMi.”

Unable to look his brother in the eye, he focused on who was passing through the park. “what can I say? I do worry about her, and if she isn’t found. The team is not going to leave you alone or anybody until she is found.”

Seungri slipped an enveloped into his brother’s pocket when they hugged. “She’s safe, that’s all you need to know.” He tapped twice on his chest to assure it. “Return now, before they notice you’re gone. This plan cannot be destroyed, we’ve worked too hard on it.”

In return, he nodded when he felt what was inside that envelope. Anything that would assure them that she was doing fine. He was not allowed to see what was inside, until they were far away.

“I hope you keep your words, Seungri. Or I can always bring you down.”

…

Both team leaders were informed by Gyuri about the unusual scars she found on Lee Sunny. There were old scars that states about Lee Sunny’s life before death, abused marks on her back, breast and on her abdomen. Some are healed, others can’t. “I recognize them. It can easily prove that she was physical abused by her fiancé or any relative. It’s not normal to have burn marks on her breast or abdomen. They seem newly burned.” She could not tell what the burn mark was until she has sent them on to the lab.

“Okay, we’ll be right there. Thanks, Gyuri.”

Jay Park took Yeeun’s place in visiting the victim’s mansion alongside with Seunghyun, when they met a familiar person at the station. She was informed to wait, until there was anyone who could help her out.

“Mr. Park…” The woman approached him by standing up and greeted him with a bow. He returned the same polite greet, although his eyes were locked on her black eye and broken lips.

“Oh my gosh, what happened to you? Why haven’t anyone assist you yet?”

“It’s nothing really. It’s normal.”

“Physical violence against women is not normal. How did it happen?” He took her to a private room, where they could speak privately. He couldn’t reach out a hand to see what more bruise she had. “I’ll get someone to look at them later, but you need to tell he who did this to you?”

“It’s not a big deal, Mr. Park. I am Park Sohyun and I’m here regarding my young miss’ problem.”

“First, let us take care of you. Then we can talk about anything you want.”

Seunghyun returned with a female worker who could help out. On his way in, he overheard her request. “I’m sorry to interrupt, but who is your young miss?”

“Ms. Lee Sunny.”

The detectives exchanged looks while this woman was speaking up about her young miss. She was hesitating at first, but she slowly caught up and started to share the story.

“I cannot stay on the side, and let my young miss die without a murder behind bars. Personally she doesn’t have any outside enemies, apart from her fiancé Kim Yoochun.” At that moment, she was avoiding their eyes. She turned her focus on her fingers, while she played with them. “He has repeatedly assaulted her, without a limit. He is usually very violently when he’s angry or after a few drinks. There are days he would throw vodka glasses at her, and using his family’s stamp over the fire and burn her with until she admits how disobeying she was towards him.”

On the out appearance, Lee Sunny was living the wonderful life that everyone admires. She had a mask on that proves she was happily engaged to her first love, while inside she was slowly fighting to overcome this abuse every day.

“He never had any good reasons for the violence, he only acts with his eyes. If he finds faults in any of the workers, he would treat them like nothing. Young miss and I are childhood friends, and I unluckily grew up in a household where we continue to serve them through generations. Young miss never treated me differently from our ranks, but the day I made a mistake. I could only think twice…” Tears was covering up her eyes, making it blurry and uneven to see. Seunghyun handed her a tissue of box, which she took one to dry up her tears. She continued, “Master Kim Yoochun is a difficult demanding man, who demands perfection. If anything doesn’t go smoothly after his demands, there will be punishment. If only that time I… brought him the Swedish Vodka and not the Italian Vodka, then he wouldn’t take actions against her for protecting me.”

Violence against workers were against the policy of contract, in addition to that Sunny couldn’t bear living through that time of quietly standing and watch them getting beaten up for a tiny mistake. She took action, she stood up against him to protect a “filthy” maid as he pointed her out. He did not accept the kind side of her, and chosen the solution to punishment until she understood.

They were only living together at that moment, and he treated her as if he was her own master.

“That night of the party, master summoned me to bring him more alcohol. I did not bring him any, due to young miss’ request. They got into a fight right before the announcement, young miss didn’t let me stay behind. So I left, without a word.”

Shortly after she left, the sound of broken glasses and slammed doors was only heard.

“I believe master has finally lost his anger and pushed her down the balcony without a hesitation. He wanted everyone to suffer around him, and he wasn’t going to stop.”

Free writing

Everyone has their own way to express their feelings. I have writing, whenever I am angry, furious, upset, sad or just being happy. I would sit down with a notebook and write down my whatever is on my mind.

It doesn’t matter how the spelling, grammar or topic it is. Or how gibberish it can be. It produces raw, often unusable material, but it said to help writers overcome blocks of apathy and self-criticism (wikipedia).

Not everyone recognize this kind of technique, but it’s called free writing. This technique involves continuous writing usually for a limited time (often five, ten or fifteen minutes). Writes whatever that pops up in your mind, ignore the fact that the spelling is wrong, grammar is incorrect and it doesn’t really make sense. We can deal with it later.

It’s stated that “if the writer reaches a point where they can’t think of anything to write, they write that they can’t think of anything, until they find another line of thought.”

In free writing, there is no boundaries as mentioned. You can let your thoughts lead where ever they may, and stay off topics as you want.

I happen to enjoy focusing on a chosen topic that structure my thoughts, it keep me in focus. As I expand from this topic, it would make connections but also create more abstract views on the topic. This technique helps me exploring a particular subject before putting ideas into a more basic context.

Usually I would give myself one hour of time limit to write and then stop until I run out of things, then I would put it into a more basic context – something that I will go into deep later. If I get off the topic, I would write anyway – whatever that pops up or just simple scribble. I just enjoy hearing the sound of the keyboards being used.

Free writing helped me overcome the writer’s block of apathy, anxiety about deadlines, resentment and self-criticism. It’s a useful technique, as it’s an easier way out of writer’s block, and I would recommend you to try it out.

Let your mind loose, your hands free and write.

PS: twitter is no recommended to use free writing at, unless your followers is very understanding.

Prompt – Lyrics of skyscraper

The music video pretty much said it all, but listen to the lyrics and hear what it says. But I recommend you to find the live version and watch it. (not the cover, but the live version performed by Demi Lovato herself).

The song gives me the reflection on how many people in this world are suffering from depression or in seek of help for treatment but they are too scared of. Listening to this song gives some strength to overcome their darkest side, but also helps them to see the brighter light at the end of the tunnel.

oh well, my descriptions won’t help you much. Watching the video and feel the tension would help you out on searching for that inspiration for this prompt

Write a meaningful story about this or the overcome of the darkest side.

The art of writing is the art of discovering what you believe.

 Gustave Flaubert

Prompt – What Christmas is all about

Sometimes when we’re showered with present and all that privileges. We happen to forget what Christmas is all about. The time where we celebrate Jesus’ birth, spend time with family and friends and then gifts each other.

but what about the other people? who aren’t as privilege as us? Children who never had a birthday party or even presents. Some are even happy to get food on the table. I also find Christmas to be the time where you can give someone something that makes them happy as it makes you.

Like last week, I read an article about a woman in USA who payed off stranger’s layoff debts so that they could have a wonderful Christmas. Those whom she has helped, cried of happiness, because this year their children can finally get presents under the Christmas tree. To them, this is a Christmas miracle.

Or the tsunami victim who can finally reunite with her family again after 7 years.

The prompt is to write about what Christmas is all about. Put yourself in someone’s shoes, and write about it.