Wolves

Just something I wrote around Halloween. Playing around with story telling modes.

Wolves

When we bought the house, they assured us the wolves wouldn’t come near us. They told us not to worry. Of course, you’d think it foolish of us, but we bought the house anyway.

Who could blame us? You’re here after all. You see our house, with it’s fine interior. Of course, it’s so nice of you to drop by, we rarely get visitors. So lovely to have new neighbors. It’s been quiet since the last family moved out. It’s what was best for them, I like to think. After what happened to their little boy. I shudder to think about losing a child like that.

Come sit, have a cup of tea. What was I saying? Time slips away from me nowadays. Oh the house – yes we bought the house. Me, my husband and our daughter. Around your age now, aren’t you such a darling? Yes, it’s good tea. Look how it shines through the cup. Thin as bone. Thin as bone. My mother always told me that was the sign of quality china.

We bought the house. Isn’t it lovely? Yes, I think so. Look at the way the floor boards shine. Never a creak with these floorboards, even after all these years. I like the wallpaper as well, though we’ve had to reply it a couple of times. Accidents happen all the time my dear. Sometimes the stains show through though. No matter how much you scrub, there’s a lot that won’t come out of these walls.

Oh that noise? No, don’t worry about that. Old pipes. Old walls. There’s history around this place, don’t you know? They told us that when we bought it. Surely they must have told you. Sometimes the creaking gets a little loud, but after all these years I’ve learned to ignore it. I’m sure you will too. My poor daughter had such a hard time the first couple of years.

While I have you here, I may as well show you a photo of her. Indulge an old woman, won’t you? Yes, there she is. What a beauty, just like you. She won’t ever pose for photos any more, mores the pity. Shy, I guess.

Do you have children? No? Such a shame, such a shame. My daughter was the apple of my husband’s eye, don’t you know. Spoiled her rotten he did. When she wanted to go camping she’d go. When she wanted to sleep under the stars, she did. Used to worry me sick, thinking about her outside. Wrapped up in nothing but a blanket. There’s something unbearable about the thought of the stars, such cold, unfeeling things. My daughter loved them though, surely she did. She used to go outside all the time, even when the wolves howling was a little too close for my comfort.

It was such a tragedy, what happened to that little boy. I’m surprised they didn’t tell you about it when they sold you the house. Such a tragedy. Still, children get into scrapes all the time. Why, one time my daughter came home with such a bite on her shoulder, you wouldn’t believe. It was around two weeks before the accident. Still, it healed up right nicely it did, even if she was a little twitchy when the wolves howled. Still, They told us not to worry about the wolves, and we didn’t.

Forgive an old lady for bringing up the past. Strange, the way that lantern light turned her eyes gold. Gave my husband and I quite the turn when she came home that night. It was only the day after that we found out about the little boy. Can you imagine if it had been my daughter? It still makes me shudder, even after all these years. Oh yes, old walls in this house. They’ll remember that night long after I’m gone.

You look a little worried. Don’t worry, there hasn’t been a wolf attack in years. I remember because the last one was right before my daughter left for college. I’m quite excited you know. She’s coming back for a visit. She’s going to be arriving any minute. I’m sure she’ll be so interested to hear about our new neighbors, after all, she did love that little boy so. I shudder to think that such an accident could happen again.

Oh you have to go? What a pity, I hoped you’d stay. But it is getting dark out, isn’t it? Let me lend you a lantern, it’s a lonely walk back to your car. No it’s no bother – walking by the stars light is all well and good when you can’t see what’s in the shadows. Be sure to drive carefully dear! Come back and visit soon, it is so nice to see new faces.

Don’t forget to worry about the wolves my dear, when you’re looking up at the stars.

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Hello!

While I’ve been busy scrambling to get my posts together, I thought I’d just do a quick little recap of everything that’s been happening for the last couple of months.

HALLOWEEN

That’s right! Rolling into November with a halloween post, what a good indication of how well I time my posts. In any case, my friends and I went as characters from Inside Out. Our Joy and Sadness absolutely won (I wasn’t committed to dying my hair green!). Later during the night I changed and went as Mabel Pines from one of my favorite cartoons, Gravity Falls. My roommate went as Dipper, and we were adorable, if I do say so myself.

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Birthday Shoutout to one of my favorite people :)

We also celebrated the fact that this one is officially not a teenage anymore!

 

El PESCADOR Y LA LLUVIA

 

Santa Monica Sunset

I spent the weekend shooting a short film for my professor (which I will share with you guys as soon as the release event happens). It’s one of a collection of shorts, all centered around the environment. Mine was focused on the drought in central California, and I was lucky enough to get to go to the beach for filming. The sunset was beautiful, and the film looks incredible. Very pleased with how it came out. It’s funny – when I’m filming things I never actually know how they’ll turn out. It’s a lot of guesswork on my part, so whenever I see a finished product it’s like a flash to the past.

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RAIN

 

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The weather over here has been steadily changing for the winter season, which is a blessing and a curse at the same time. While it’s wonderful to not feel like my face is melting (thanks, non-airconditioned dorms!), it’s now getting a little bit too cold for comfort. I’m all about sweater weather, but could do without freezing my butt off on the ten minute walk to class. That being said, I woke up a couple of days to this view from my window. There’s something almost fantastical about rain in California. It just never happens, and when it does it’s magical. Waking up and seeing the rain coming down outside felt like a balm.

WORK

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I was talking to a a friend of mine about being in a creative rut. Since finished with Details (You can check it out HERE), I haven’t had anything creative that I’m looking forward to. It’s probably the worst part about being an artist for me, is the crash landing after the buzz of a performance or exhibition. These last few days I’ve been feeling incredibly lethargic and unmotivated. (It doesn’t help that the midterm slam took a lot of my energy away). I saw this comic and couldn’t stop laughing at how accurate it was. Here’s hoping this slump ends sometime soon.

 

So yes, just a brief catch up on what life has been like lately. I’m hoping to share a couple more of my writing with you guys (The feedback to my poem Monday was phenomenal! Much love to everyone, and be sure to look after yourself). I’m also hoping to post a book review this weekend (Ah, I remember reading fondly). There will also be a post later on the year about El Pescador, so keep an eye on this space.

 

Happy Wednesday!

 

XOXO

I am the Pumpkin Queen.

Hey wonderful people! Taking a quick break from all the posts about my summer vacation to talk a little about a trip that happened a lot more recently. This past week I just returned from a quick weekend jaunt from Oregon, where I was lucky enough to stay in a sorority, walk around OSU and go to my first pumpkin patch! (Or at least the first one I can remember- no matter what Mom says, things that happen when I’m so young I don’t remember them happening, it doesn’t count).

 

We couldn't figure out why this pumpkin just had this leaf attached.

We couldn’t figure out why this pumpkin just had this leaf attached.

 

I have to start this post off with a confession – I don’t really get the pumpkin thing. Why is it when it turns to October american’s go bananas for pumpkin? If it’s so popular, then why isn’t it available year round? It just seems strange to me. Whenever I tell my friends I think pumpkin is just alright, they look at me like I’ve personally hurt them. That being said, I found the whole trip out there hilarious and super fun.

The pumpkin patch was definitely nothing like I was expecting. Although in hindsight, I’m not really sure what I was expecting from an event called ‘A Pumpkin Patch’. Seems pretty explanatory, I admit.

 

This post is brought to you by my Dad's oversized 80's sweater.

This post is brought to you by my Dad’s oversized 80’s sweater. Also feat. the corn maze we couldn’t figure a way out of.

 

We pulled up onto a patch of dirt. There are moments in my life where I’m truly struck by how American some things are. That same feeling washed over me as she turned the ignition off and turned to look at me. From my view as we drove by, I’d just seen a whole bunch of hay and a small field stretching out into the distance. This was a far cry from Hong Kong – and also from LA. The first thing we saw was a massively fat turkey. I immediately started laughing – I always laugh whenever I see a turkey. All I can think about is how it could have been the national animal of America, per the wish of Ben Franklin. (To quote: I wish the Bald Eagle had not been chosen the Representative of our Country. He is a Bird of bad moral Character). It makes me giggle to imagine the turkey on any official document. It just also hammered in the fact that I was firmly in America.

 

All of my best american moments happen with this girl!

All of my best american moments happen with this girl!

 

We wandered through the pumpkin patch leisurely. It was nice, the feeling of leisure that seemed washed over the patch. It was such a family place. We were almost certainly the only college aged kids I saw wandering around. Little kids everywhere were running around giggling, with parents wandering after.

I discovered something about myself that day. I am terrible at mazes. Just flat out awful. We kept running into dead ends and giggling at how long it was taking us to get through. By the time we’d finished three mazes, it was official: if I was ever forced to run into a maze for safety, I would definitely get murdered). I think one of the funnest things about the mazes was hearing everyone else trying to figure it out. From the know-alls who follow the left turn rule, to the kids giggling about being lost, to the mom’s trying to figure it out. It was just so interesting being a part of such a group activity, while remaining separate.

After we freed ourselves from our corn and hay cages, the next stop was the main attraction – the pumpkin patch itself. Wandering around the field, K inspected pumpkins with the eye of an expert. This one was too lumpy, the other not orange enough. She seemed to know what she was doing, so I wandered happily behind.

 

My contribution to the great pumpkin hunt.

My contribution to the great pumpkin hunt.

 

In a super coincidence, we ran into a family from Hong Kong. It was so wild meeting people from my home town – especially people who haven’t been back in years. It’s always exciting to catch up on what’s changed and listen to their memories. it just goes to show what a small world it actually is. After a few missed chances (the pumpkin below was sadly left behind…) we found two small pumpkins. Well, more like one small pumpkin and an incredibly misshapen gourd that made both of us laugh so hard we had to bring it home. The guys who weighed the pumpkins looked incredibly unimpressed when we put our choices on the scale.

 

Our rejected pumpkin - strange but lovable.

Our rejected pumpkin – strange but lovable.

 

And of course, what would be an american tradition without some form of food? We bought the largest bag of caramel corn I think I’ve seen, and some hot drinks. Sitting on a hay bale, drinking apple cider and looking over a field of pumpkins definitely made me see why american’s love fall. It’s just so wonderful to have opportunities to go out and enjoy something like that. It’s something I know that I am so pleased to have experienced, and can’t wait to go to another pumpkin patch. Hopefully next year I’ll actually get to carve something.

 

XOXO.

 

Shout Out To That One Girl Dressed As A Cat

Whew! Halloween is officially over. It’s been a long weekend of partying (and for those with far less school work, whole week of partying) I spent most of Halloween admiring all the costumes and just taking my first all-american Halloween in. It isn’t really a thing back home, so I really enjoyed the opportunity to get all costumed up and hang out with cool people. But man, was my weekend packed!

First thing first on the Halloween checklist was a costume competition, and my group of friends went as a modern wizard of Oz. It was so much fun pulling the costume together and getting ready (although the time crunch did make things a little nerve wracking). We didn’t win, but my friend won for best hair and makeup, so that was super exciting!

The next night however, things really stepped up. All sorts of events were happening across campus – competitions and parties and performances. In the true spirit of the holiday, however, my friends and I began the night trick-or-treating. I’m not sure if I’m actually ever going to recover from the amount of candy that I ate. Someone please take the fruit rollups away from me.

I was also lucky enough to catch two performances on Halloween. The first was a concert where college kids got to play and the second was a student written performance about the life backstage. I also heard that there was a murder mystery party happening, but we couldn’t fit it into our night. Definitely something to add to the list! I’ve always wanted to attend one of those (perhaps as the murderer…)

Finally, this Halloween I got to see my first-ish screening of Rocky Horror Picture Show! I had actually watched the movie years ago with my father, but believe me when I say that I did not remember most of it and didn’t understand the movie when I first watched it. Which is probably good, because I don’t really want to meet the child who ‘gets’ Rocky Horror Picture Show. While it wasn’t in the true spirit of Rocky (there wasn’t a live performance, for one) I’m definitely very interested in going to one! How much fun would it be to throw toast and sing along with a whole audience?

I would say that my first Halloween was definitely a success, but I’m glad I have a whole year to rest and begin planning my next costume. Needless to say, some people definitely put me to shame. You know you’re not in Kansas anymore when you pass a man dressed as tower. Or a whole army of masked Mexican wrestlers.

How were your Halloweens? And who else is excited for Thanksgiving? AND THEN CHRISTMAS.

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