Mari's 1354: True at first light, false by noon

Entry Seven | September 16th, 2014 
Prompt: Write about something that is true at first light and false by noon (from 714 More Things To Write About)

A Night in Seoul #2 by Hajin Bae

That's Love Hajin Bae

"Count the stars," I whisper into his ear.

He attempted by closing one eye, using his thumb to count the one's he saw while I scoffed. 

Though not ridiculous as we were painted out to be, we were in our element. No competition, no rules or guidelines, no danger, just us.

We never could be like this again until the darkness trailed slowly and painfully behind. True at first light, false by noon: it was who we are. 

Once the sky turned azure, I could finally race through the dimmed streets. I was eager to catch a mere glimpse of him, even for a few seconds. My relentlessness always erupts during the night since we could never achieve the life we desired. He always told me that I could escape this fantasy. Daytime always felt lacking since I was never content. The short nights that barely let me caress his skin helped supply the energy I needed to fight off the day. He worried that I always put him before myself. 

And I did. 

To Dusk until dawn, the somber skies brighten while the stars sang for his divine presence. The breeze in the air was caused by his laughter, for the wind adored it like a melody. The clouds darken during his dejected moods. Bitter rain came to offer its comforts to brighten his spirits. The sun always rose when it wanted to take him away from me; it knew we would always lure each other to a dead end.

Far from simplistic were we, if only we could count the stars whenever we please. The restrictions and boundaries were difficult, but we tried even if our hands were bloody and scabbed. In the end, he'd kiss them away and I would do the same. We attempt to linger close to one another once the light drove us away, but it was rare to see each other once the rays of light touched our skin.

"How long until-" 

"An hour," he sighed.

I crept closer to his shoulder and tried to shield myself from the rising sun in the distance. The end was near, and the moon could no longer shield us from the blaze.

"Tomorrow, where do you want us to go?" I whispered. 

Cupping my ear, he softly hummed, "A place where the light doesn't chase you away from me."

I wish so too.

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Another melancholy-like mood, I know. I am sorry, but I got inspiration for this prompt this morning. I looked at this prompt before, but I had no idea what I could spark to make it happen. It cried out to me, and I could not find anything, material for that matter, that is true at first light and false by noon except for morning dew. This idea popped in my mind at 7AM this morning, and I had to rush to find my laptop to write. I promise I'll try for a more happier prompt later! At least this somewhat was bright...okay no it wasn't.

Mari's 1354: The Never-Ending Breakup

Entry One | July 7th, 2014 
Prompt: The never-ending breakup (from 642 Things To Write About)

Maya Deren, The Very Eye of Night (1958)

We use to be so alive with the very presence of each other. Now all I ever feel for the man I use to call my boyfriend was pure and uttermost hatred and abhorrence.

Sure, Zack knew it was over the day we visited my parents’ house for Thanksgiving. It was surely not my fault. Of course not since I did nothing wrong at the time. He had caused the downfall of our relationship. I had caught him in a compromising position with my nineteen year old cousin as he failed to cover the sad excuse he called his manhood. Manhood could not even comply to describe his length. I would say his uncircumcised and prepubescent pickle drooped unhappily as I walked in. Yes, the man I found to be the one did not need to for go the three strikes rule. No, he lost his precious mvp title once he was sliding into fourth base with not me, but my baby cousin.

I was devastated at the time, but in a short while, most likely three days, I sprang back on my feet. The plan that started this whole fiasco, and the very situation that caused where we stood today: to find solace by inflicting pain and suffering to our previously beloved.

I decided to take action once he came over. We discussed through texts of his arrangement to move out. He had already took some of his belongings while I was at work for the past few days, so he would not bother to show his face. Unbeknwost to him, I knew the exact time Zack would come to pick up the remaining items he owned in our once shared bedroom. Once he opened the door, he then found me in bed with his best friend on top.

This marathon of who would receive the prize to end our once happy relationship began at that very moment. We had not officially made it clear that we were over, even both of our families thought we were still together. It lasted not a few months, nor a year, but nearly three and a half years later to be where we are now. The competition was relentless as we served not breaking up with each other in the slightest. Zack and I chose to hook up, deceive, and play with those who were attached in the others’ personal life. We decided that whoever won this game would rightfully give the winner the satisfaction of breaking up with the loser. And here started the never-ending breakup as we are, to this day, still battling head to head against one another.

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Series: Mari's 1354

This series that is to expose my personal writings from the great book that is the 642 Things To Write About and the 714 More Things To Write About by The San Francisco Writers' Grotto. I truly get inspired from this book so that I can surely increase my writing skills and widen my creativity. Although I will not be showcasing all my writings in this book, in return I will be polishing and rewriting the best prompts I had created. Come take a journey with me through the many prompts 642 Things To Write About and 714 More Things To Write About has helped me.