January 2012
7 posts
Inculpability →
A smoothed-out, layered compilation of many disparate ideas coming into one very long short story, still a work in progress (includes excerpts of earlier posts).
Secrets (excerpt)
There once existed an obscure school of thought which held that the essence of an entire life can be captured by the tracing all of the secrets it held. More specifically, it was hypothesized that by inputting qualitative and quantitative data concerning these secrets into some yet-to-be-found formula, an output could be generated encapsulating the meaning of the particular life in question. For...
I'm Sorry (excerpt)
“Listen,” he said to the minister, “I have a confession to make.” “Well, what is it?” the minister inquired. “You see, as a result of a recent realization I left my girlfriend-Anne a couple of days ago. I expressed my regret over the fact that our personalities were inherently incompatible and told her that she should have all of the happiness in the...
The more I write the more I realize just how much more there is out there that is impossible to put into words.
The Altruist (excerpt)
There was once a grotesque monster who lived by his lonesome in a cave on the edge of town. He was rarely seen by day, but rumored descriptions of those who caught a glimpse of him at night struck fear into the hearts of the townspeople, terrified did they become of his atrocious appearance and gargantuan size. They had only more reason to fear when they heard shrill screams in the middle of the...
November 2011
4 posts
Anne's Dreams (excerpt)
Anne let her eyelids close as the world of reality faded into the mysterious realm of the subconscious. It was in former that her tears existed, but how easy it was to escape into the latter in a mere blink of an eye! It made her think of those criminals sitting behind jail cells, of how they must long for an escape every day, of how they must wish their bodies could momentarily separate into...
The conclusion of a story I never finished
And when he was done he heard her breathing heavily next to him, letting out soft sobs as tears trickled down her face. She did not speak, but her sorrowful eyes said it all. Why, brother, why?
Because the heart, out of its own caprice, chooses whomever it pleases. And the body, forever entrapped as its slave, forever the victim of impulsive whim, fulfills its every desire.
He looked down at his...
October 2011
1 post
September 2011
2 posts
August 2011
4 posts
iteachlogic asked: I love following you xuxu! HEHEHE. Glad to have been on gov with you. I love your writing btw... What ever made you write like you do today? I'd like to read some of that!
Farewell Arcadia
Goodbye Arcadia Public Library, where all those books were read. Goodbye Steps Academy, where my voice always grew sore. Goodbye Arcadia County Park, where all those miles were run. Goodbye Santa Anita Race Track, where all those AP tests were taken. Goodbye Souplantation, where all those “family” dinners took place. Goodbye Westfield Mall, where half of my wardrobe was...
The Following Story is About a House →
To make up for that temporary hiatus, here are three thousand words! It’s quite a bit, so for those few that would actually bear with me though three thousand words, come back to them when you’re ready to read heehee.
July 2011
3 posts
June 2011
1 post
Graduation
I woke up this morning with a cramped hand, a sore back, aching feet, and a looming sense of finality and indirection. I stared at my bedroom floor, littered with my yearbook, signatures, clothes, flowers, other miscellaneous items associated with last night’s activities. My first thought: so what now?
I imagined what my classmates would do when they first woke up (probably go back to...
May 2011
1 post
“Isn’t hate merely the result of wounded love?”
– Amy Tan The Joy Luck Club
April 2011
2 posts
Anonymous asked: are all your creative writing posts original?
if so, i really admire how well-versed you are.
if so, i really admire how well-versed you are.
Your temperament is refelected in your work
I’m staring at my drawing from the past week and this could not seem to be more true. What was a beautiful depiction of Venice waterways turned into an sketchy, dirty, and unrealistic demonstration of my poor mixed-media use. The buildings are slanted, the windows are crooked, and the blue azure sky is polluted with brown smudges from my anxious, shaking, and disappointed fingers. To make...
March 2011
1 post
likeabridgeovertroubledwater:
jackiexpress:
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February 2011
3 posts
“Who do you think you are
Running around leaving scars
Collecting your jar of...”
– Christina Perri Jar of Hearts
When holding the pages of a novel, the reader at once is in possession of the writer’s most personal and impersonal thoughts. Novels are constructed from fragmented truths and distorted tales. They describe occurrences that are so far removed from actuality that they become merely a thing of fiction, a story in which any remote connection to reality is brushed off as simple coincidence. One...
Fish out of water
Today the empty void begins to form. With the close of Cross Country and now Government Team, two of the activities that came to define my high school career tumble to an untimely end. It’s funny how some things, some people, some hobbies, become so interwoven in the fiber of your being that when the threads come lose, you feel as if there is almost nothing left.
When I first realized that...
January 2011
3 posts
It’s too bright in here. Can someone turn off the lights? Please! Don’t be like my teacher. My teacher said no to me yesterday! She said we couldn’t get rid of the lights because we need to learn stuff and you can only learn stuff when the lights are on. I told her she was wrong. I learn a lot of stuff when it’s dark. Besides, I can’t concentrate when there’s super shiny lights. She told me to...
“Long live all the walls we crashed through, I had the time of my life fighting...”
– Taylor Swift, Long Live
Watchdonttripthesickliar:
Credits to Jackie Xu.
(Sorry it took so long)
New Year's Resolutions
The direct:
get license, write more short stories, do more work for gov team, finish mural, do more than simply grade papers at Steps even when I am tired, speak up in class, stay in touch with both graduates and juniors, get out of bed earlier
The general:
Transparency To amend the discrepancy between who I appear to be and who I hope to be. Quote: Nancy Lam, “Jackie, I’m sorry,...
December 2010
2 posts
Dear Santa,
This Christmas I want: A Sense of Resolution, A Whiff of Nostalgia, A Cup of Courage, A Drop of Intellectual Curiosity, A Pinch of Serendipity, A Shower of Serenity, A Teaspoon of Ingenuity, A Sprinkle of Empathy, A Tickle of Creativity, and An Accidental Encounter. After all, I have been nothing but good this year haven’t I? But if your elves don’t have time to make me all these...
November 2010
1 post
Danny lay down on his bed, listening intently to the sound of his own breathing. He gaze drifted upwards from the loose thread that obnoxiously stuck out of his socks to the ceiling above his head. He remembered when his parents first bought the house. Danny, his father had said, I know you will love your room! Just look at the ceiling, it’s so white, so pure! His father was always rambling...
October 2010
7 posts
Definitions
-Liberation is seeing you again and not feeling a thing.
-I guess it all comes down to one question: Has life failed me, or have I failed life?
-The smallest things make me happy now.
-Just because. I’d rather not, but I’ll do it just because. That is the unnatural explanation of altruism.
-Being good means having good intentions to the best of your reasoning ability.
-If I could...
Camera
Time captive, chronic manipulator
Do pretend to fail to comprehend,
That ever since the very beginning,
Our stories were thrust in an forward racing motion.
Hesitation nor defiance could not stop this engine,
That took no breaks and caught no breaths,
Nor dared to look over its own shoulder.
Too frightened was it of being caught
As the universe’s paradox, plotting insurrection
...
How am I doing?
I found myself very frustrated today, for a reason so trivial and nonsensical it does not even count as a reason at all. I just happened to stumble across Benjamin Franklin’s thirteen virtues and decided to grade myself 1-10. One need not peruse Alan Brinkley’s exhaustive AP U.S. History book to realize that this man was incredibly intelligent, ambitious, versatile, and admirable. How...
Sometimes I wish I could have a momentary lapse in memory just so I can read for the first time everything you wrote again.
September 2010
6 posts
The primary job of a teacher is not to teach. It is to spark intellectual curiosity. Few of the great thinkers of the world were rigorously taught by a mentor. All posessed intellectual curiousity. But how easy is it to merely draw diagrams on a white board and recite information you spent years studying in college compared to discovering each student’s unique situation and somehow...
And she waves her hand,
Casually in the air. As if-
She had not a care in the world.
He stares back.
Wait, is this
How I am supposed to do it?
Or are we just-
Caught in an awkward
silence?
Do I-
look like
The thoughts in my head?
Or am I-
Just another empty face?
Wait-
Do you,
Feel it too?
I think my eight year old sister has her first...
I went out of my room for a second to get some food and I turned off my monitor so it was black but the computer was still running. I heard my sister start typing so I went back to my room and then she runs out. I open the screen and there are the words typed: I love Ryan. So I was like, who is Ryan? And my sister gets all red and she’s like…uh…nobody…umm…I...
And so writer's block
Invites itself into my brain; Why this seems to be a hospitable place it says, why don’t I stay for a while?
From The Social Network trailer
August 2010
3 posts
And so Summer
Packs its bags and says farewell; I’ll be back next year.
