Making Hate

Warning: abuse and some lines of rape. 

This is the part where I’m supposed to say some feminist thing related to my poem, which is about spousal abuse. Truth is, though, I’m not really sure what to say. This one was harder to write than the others, if only because it was too horrifying a scene to imagine, let alone write about. Maybe I’ll write a part two, where the woman plots her escape. I think she deserves that much, if not more than that. Anyways, I hope you like it. Don’t forget to leave a comment!

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An Interview with Amelia Pond

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Oh dear. When I first saw the prompt for today, the first character that came to my mind was the Doctor from the BBC sci-fi, Doctor Who. But then I realized that the Doctor wasn’t actually my favorite… it’s funny, really. I find the Doctor’s companions more fascinating than the Doctor himself. And among the Doctor’s companions, Amelia Pond – better known as Amy – has to be my favorite.

Frances (F): Hey, Amy. I just saw the episode The Angels Take Manhattan and I must say, when the angel touched you, I realized that from Rory’s… departure until that moment, my mouth was hanging open.

Amy Pond (AP): Really?

F: Yes, really. It was so hard for me. I’ve gotten so used to you and Rory travelin’ around with the Doctor on the TARDIS… I’ve never really pictured you two leaving. 

AP: I think it would’ve been worse, though, if I’d just let the angel take Rory.

F: Yes, I think so too… Speaking of Rory, how’s life with him?

AP: Normal. We adopted a son named Anthony a while back… we have a house and it’s a pretty good one. Our lives are so… ordinary. Before we were taken, we used to have two lives: Doctor life and normal life. We actually saw more of Doctor life than the other one that it just became… the other life.

F: The other life.

AP: The normal one, where we didn’t have to worry about getting killed every five seconds.

F: Oh. Can I ask another thing?

AP: *shrugs* Be my guest.

F: How was it like, having Melody and not getting the chance to raise her?

AP: The Silence took her.

F: Yes.

AP: They raised her, when it was supposed to be me. After what happened at Demon’s Run, I felt like I was missing something. I mean, I had Rory and the Doctor… but there was something not in the picture, y’know. I waited for a long time. I thought that maybe there was still a way to get her back. But then we started going on all those adventures again and I realized that as much as the Doctor and Rory wanted to, they couldn’t.

F: That must have been horrible.

AP: Yes, it was, and to be honest, you’re no good at the sympathy card.

F: Yeah, I know. At least I was trying. Wait, you said you waited for a long time. First, you waited for the Doctor that night, when you first met. When he didn’t come, you waited for so many years… until he came back for you. Tell me about the Doctor.

AP: Yeah, he did come back. ‘Twas hard to wait, but I got it eventually. And he’s the madman with the blue box. He makes people think that he’s not lonely, but he’s not fooling anyone.

F: He isn’t.

AP: Nope, he’s not. He’s lonely, he hates endings… but he’s the Doctor. He always comes back.

I think I was a bit out of character on both ends. Oh, well. I tried, so do forgive me, please. Plus, it’s nearly midnight here; I must be heading off to bed.

Flight to the Stars (Samantha Mae Coyiuto)

I’ve been hearing many things about this book because it was written by one of my school’s alumnae. It holds three short stories that, according to the praise at the back, are about “the travails and triumphs of youth, the joys and sorrows that families live through, and the bittersweet springtime of love.”

When I read those words, I believed them to be real. But I was mistaken. Honestly, my expectations for this book were high but perhaps they shouldn’t have been – the author wrote this book when she was sixteen years old. On that note, I didn’t and still don’t understand why it said at the bottom of the back cover, “Anvil Young Adult Fiction.” YA? This is YA? You’ve got to be kidding me. Right?

Apparently, it wasn’t a joke. Flight to the Stars is Young Adult fiction. Well, apparently, in this case, YA fiction and realism don’t come hand in hand. The stories are just plain idealistic. We all want them to happen because they should. I mean, why not? These are good stories. They should happen, but at the same time, I know they won’t.

The first story, Flight to the Stars, and the third story, The Purple Box, were actually fine. They were nice, actually. The plots were good but the characters sounded so odd. I don’t know if it’s just me, but they sounded so fake, like someone was telling them what to say instead of them just saying what they wanted to. The narratives were all in the first person POV, but they also sounded fake, like someone was giving them cues on what to think at what moment.

Now, the second story. Almost all my problems with idealism in this book stem from the second story, Sapphire. It was about this girl named Sapphire who had body image issues. Really bad issues, I can conclude, especially as it was narrated by Sapphire herself: “My face looked like a red tomato punctured by needles. It’d be okay if I got one of those thin, model type bodies, but no, I had to get the body of a whale. I’m basically a real-life version of Mr. Potato Head, with hams for legs and arms. Most days, I wish I would wake up in some other person’s body. But that just happens in my dreams, and I’d wake up to see that nothing has changed.” So, Sapphire herself conceded that she had the body of a whale. Not to spoil and stuff but basically, just like nearly everyone else like that in the fictional character world, she got bullied by people with those thin, model type bodies. Now, because of this, she started becoming anorexic, starving herself, insisting she wasn’t starving herself, the like. Then because she fainted during P.E., her mom got called by the school. She then found out that due to her anorexia, her sister started becoming bulimic. Sapphire then started eating again. Hooray. Then she, with the help of the school principal, gave a speech to the student body, who stopped treating her like dirt after that. They even elected her prom queen. How awfully convenient!

Now, my issues with that plot are quite a lot, but the root is the same: that just doesn’t happen in reality. Firstly, I doubt it’s that easy to stop being anorexic. Anorexia is an eating disorder. It takes long to stop, unless you are very very very lucky. Maybe Sapphire is one of those very very very lucky people, but I wouldn’t know. Secondly, I think I can actually believe the part where they stopped bullying her… but the part where they elected her prom queen? I don’t think I can believe that. I suppose it’s true that teenagers are easy to influence but I don’t think they’re that easy to influence, especially if the person trying to influence them is someone they didn’t think much of before. But really. Prom queen? It seems more likely that the votes were out of sympathy. It’s actually difficult to win people over to your side, unless you are naturally charismatic and/or popular… or you are someone they feel sorry for…

Overall, though, I can only say this: if you’re looking for stories that have great potential in the field of idealism, this book is the one to read. Often I catch myself thinking things about this book that may be too harsh. Then I remember that the author wrote it when she was only sixteen. She has a lot to learn, I think, but you know what, I wouldn’t miss out on whatever she’ll write in the future.

Daily Prompt: Stranger

For the Daily Prompt from three days ago.

It wasn’t so much of an encounter, actually. It was more like an observation. I was in a Japanese restaurant yesterday with my aunts and cousins. It was a small place, roughly the size of my living room. We had just finished playing golf and we were hungry, so we headed there.

While we were eating, this man came and started complaining about how the food was “two times smaller than it was last time!” He had an American accent, so I glanced at him. He was stocky, with stubble on his chin. He was probably in his mid-twenties. And yes, he did look American. What was he doing here? Really.  He smiled at me, as if what he was doing was funny.

Either that or he smiled at me because he was a creep. You can take your pick, but just to be sure, I’d take the latter. I shook my head in disgust and went back to my sukiyaki. It did demand my full attention, after all. I mixed it, searching for the noodles because they were my favorite.

Anyway, the man kept on complaining. Maybe I should have ignored him, but it was too hard. He was making a scene, kind of like a toddler wailing in McDonald’s.

“Seriously! That’s not cool, man, that’s not cool!” he kept going. The waitress didn’t say anything. I guess she was just being polite, but if I were her, I would have slapped him. Then thank God, he finally left, promising to see them on Sunday.

My aunt took a break from playing Candy Crush Saga on her iPhone and turned to the waitresses and the waiters. At that moment, she could have read my mind. “If it were me, I would have slapped him,” she said. 

Put in that situation, who wouldn’t have?