Moonless Nights

Did you know that while I was sleeping I told my mom I was being bullied by my "best friends"? Yeah, I was keeping all this anger, fear and sadness inside and I didn't want to tell her because I didn't want her to know that she was right. And if you are wondering why I even remember this is because bullying has really become a common topic everywhere. I watched the movie"Cyberbully" and it reminded me so much of what I experienced. It breaks my heart every time I watch the news and I hear about young girls and boys as young as 9 committing suicide because they were being harassed at school by other kids. I know the feeling, I have been there and I can as crazy as it sounds understand why the first thing that comes to mind is to die. You just feel trapped in a dark room and  everyone is just looking down at you and pointing fingers; it's a nightmare! And just like in the movie, don't look too far because many times is the people we refer to as "f...

I came upon this article in Paulo Coelho's blog and I wanted to share it. I want to use this as a guide when I'm writing and for those of you who write as well, these are great tips! On Confidence: You cannot sell your next book by underrating your book that was just published. Be proud of what you have. On Trust: Trust your reader, don’t try to describe things. Give a hint and they will fulfill this hint with their own imagination. On Expertise: You cannot take something out of nothing. When you write a book, use your experience. On Critics: some writers want to please their peers, they want to be “recognized”. This shows insecurity and nothing else, please forget about this. You should care to share your soul and not to please other writers. On Notetaking: If you want to capture ideas, you are lost. You are going to be detached from emotions and forget to live your life. You will be an observer and not a human being living his or her life. Forget taking no...

I don't have a title for this one. It was inspired on something I watched on TV. I just wanted to write it out and see how it came out. Chapter One I watched him from a distance as he kneeled in front of his father’s grave, his mother close by watching in tears. I put my hands in my jacket and walked inside the house. The day couldn’t get any worse but I didn’t want to stand around just in case it did. I locked myself in the room. I looked at the picture sitting on my nightstand and I couldn’t believe Jones was dead. He had been like a father to me. After my mother Elizabeth had past away, I was alone in this world. Jones was my Godfather and didn’t think about it twice before welcoming me into his home. There was a knock on the door. “Alex,are you okay?” It was his son Matthew he and I had gotten really close the last couple of months. We were great friends. I opened the door and he walked in all dressed in black with his hair tied back. His brown eyes were sa...

The Best Writings Exist Because of Pain When I read, there is nothing I enjoy more than traveling through the pages of my book.  As any sensitive female I always want to read a happy ending. I want a love story, I want drama, I want mystery, but most of all I want my happy ending. I always say: "The world has a sad ending, why read a sad ending when you're trying to get away from that?" A few semesters ago, I commented to Professor Gutierrez who is a writer, that I do not like to read stories with sad endings. He said: "The best stories are written by authors in pain." It's true, I thought. It was a Spanish literature class and the bibliographies we read of some authors for the most part talked about how difficult life had been for these men and women; They had used writing as their therapy to get away from their troubled life How could I expect a happy ending? I make my own. Graham Greene once said: “ Writing is a form o...

Based on a strange but not similar event. "The Bike Ride." Caroline was 9 years old when she visited her aunt Stephanie in New York. It was a hot summer day and they were bored. Her cousin Antonio offered to take her to the park along with his friends. Bored and with nothing to do Caroline decided to come along. They walked just a couple of blocks down the street to a nearby park. "Hey Caroline, do you want to ride my bike? I'm going to play football with my friends." Caroline loved riding bike so when her cousin Antonio offered his bike so she could go around the park, she didn't say no. She owned a bike back home and had practiced countless times riding alone without a helmet. Antonio ran off with his friends and Caroline immediately hopped on the bike. Then suddenly Antonio remembered an important detail. He ran back to Caroline just as she was taking off. "To stop the bike  you have to pedal back!" He yelled.  ...