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  • Hello from the other side

    Hello everyone to my first official blog/newsletter. As I am not sure what I am going to write about, like any other person I went on google and picked up a few prompts and would like to develop around it.

    “//” is comment or self not in coding language, so when you see me typing “//” you can skip that paragraph if you wish.

    Prompt: A talented young man’s deepest fear is holding his life back.

    //Main cast: The boy is born and brought up in Dubai, and was back in India when he was 13 years old. Age 20 now. He is still in the phase of discovering what he wants to do in life. Right now he is making a podcast which is about the first-world problem.

    Just like any other day James was sitting in a cafe, and trying to work on his podcast. it was his 6 episode that was in process of making but yet non of it is been published, everything in the podcast is done, the shooting, editing, description, etc. But just like several other projects that he never published the podcast is also in the archive.

    This was all I was able to write today, I will either try to expand on this story or I will write something new tomorrow. 😀

  • When nights meet day.

    Disclaimer: “//” is comment or self not in coding language, so when you see me typing “//” you can skip that paragraph if you wish.

    Note: “Sie” is one of the gender-neutral pronouns that came up when I googled about it. I want readers to decide the gender of the main character. Do let me know what you decide in the comments.

    Sie:- He/She , Him/ Her

    Hirself:- Himself/Herself

    Prompt: As night became day, sie started to understand the truth.

    Sie found hirself in the void of space with a mountain-size human form creature, sie was confused. Many questions arrived in sie mind, like what is this place? How sie reached here? What is this creature?

    But the question sie wanted the answer was who sie was? Sie look around but was not able to see sie body. Sie was also trying to understand who was the creature and the place, which is so dark and bright at the same time.

    The creature was very visible, but sie was not able to identify the source of light. The creature did not have its source of light, but at the same time, it wasn’t reflecting any light as there was no source of light in the void they were present. It was like when two sketches drawn on the same sheet of paper can see each other

    None of them reflect light to each other but somehow they both know they are on the same sheet of paper, as there was an artist who was creating these sketches and making them alive. Sie was trying to make as much connection as hirself can.

    Suddenly the creature starts to speak, the voice was not so heavy as sie expected, it was more like birds singing at the top of their voice, it’s loud but pleasing to ears. Sie couldn’t understand what the creature was talking about, but sie was lost in the melodious voice of the creature.

    Sie was now running on a road, only the three-track road was visible and the creatures that were coming toward sie. Sie saw an arm and a sward floating near sie and sie could control it like a normal arm. Sie started killing the creatures on every track as they started marching towards sie.

    After killing a few of the creatures sie realized that sie can avoid them by going on the other track, the creature only destroy the things in front of them. After a while sie vision started getting blurry.

    Slowly everything started to fade white, at this point sie was just trying to survive. And as sie slowly opened eyes sie realized sie was lost while doing the spacewalk. Sie quickly opened the book and start sketching the mountain-like creature.

    Sie was trying to increase sie cosmic energy to become powerful enough to kill Gia goddess of lava. But as sie started putting the pieces together night become day and sie realized the truth. To increase cosmic energy, sie will need an army of people to do the spacewalk together and channel their energy to sie.

    So sie next quest began to find people and use their cosmic energy for her revenge.

    Do let me know if you would like to read what happens with Sie

  • Fix what is broken

    Disclaimer: “//” is comment or self not in coding language, so when you see me typing “//” you can skip that paragraph if you wish.

    I was reading and watching some videos about, how to write a story, and I realized that I am light years aways from it. I know what is the issue, and from now I will try to fix it.

    On the other hand, I watch a video about poems and I loved it, it was how the poem makes the script so beautiful. And it makes so much sense as we like songs that are made from poems, but an understanding of the poem is something different.

  • Incomplete Dream

    Disclaimer: “//” is comment or self not in coding language, so when you see me typing “//” you can skip that paragraph if you wish.

    So today I am going to write about what I dreamt about. It’s infrequent that I get dreams. 😀

    The dream is about Gia a.k.a goddess of lava who is just a child and trying to understand how does earthwork

    //In my dream her name was Gia, I am not sure this is from what mythology

    My dream starts with me talking to the goddess on the mid-dimension path where she appears to be as big as a mountain, and when he reaches her she gets to know she is like any other human being in another dimension. Obviously, it’s a dream so it doesn’t make sense.

    I was able to write only this much today 😀 I might continue it tomorrow or some other day.

  • Same plot, Different day, Different story.

    //This is on the same prompt as yesterday “A talented young man’s deepest fear is holding his life back.” but with a different storyline and thought process

    He was sleeping on a bed and scrolling through social media like every other night, suddenly he uninstalled the app. Even though he didn’t know what happened, or why he did it, he just felt lazy and useless. He stared at the phone screen and didn’t know what to do with it anymore, he stared for a few more sec and put the phone aside and just lay there, seconds converted to minutes, minutes converted to hours. He was not able to understand what was happening in his brain, he was not able to understand what he was thinking about, and he was not able to connect his thought with one another.

    He gets a call, it was one of his friends from work. The friend was passing him to work on a project, it was some personal project and they had been talking about it for a very long time. But for some reason, they were not able to start it. He was not interested in the conversation because as usual, the friend was passing him to work on the project and he was still trying to process what was going on with him. He never felt like this, this was something very new and unexplored thing that happened to him.

    Post the call he again stared at the phone screen and didn’t know what to do with it, every time he use to go on the app and scroll, but after he uninstalled the app he didn’t know what to do with the phone. He is just lying on the bed and closing his eyes.

    He picked up his Ipad and started making designs. Made versions and kept making them, he put all of the different designs on one canvas and started animated one by one. He was not sure what he was making, but he just let his hands take over and make whatever felt right.

    He made too many versions of the same animation and was not able to make any decisions and was not able finalize anything, But he kept doing the change and kept on thinking about what are the thoughts he is thinking about and kept on making the design. Again seconds converted to minutes, minutes converted to hours and suddenly he woke up.

    //I am not sure about the ending and whether does audience realized when the dream sequence starts, But when I was visualizing the story it made sense to me.

    // Self note: Can make a short movie on this which describes how people self-doubt themself when they see people doing the thing that even they can do but for some reason, they don’t do it.

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