Fiction stories are those stories that add color to life. These are the stories you have wanted to happen, an episode in your life you didn’t like, or something you could have wished on this planet or yonder paradise. The expressed and mute chanting of your heart becomes real in fiction.
I wrote fiction. I have wanted to make a small world of my own imaginations (dull and exciting), cravings, and abhorrence. Fiction stories create in me a goddess, of which I am not. Fiction creates in me life, of which I can bring back the dead to life. Fiction stories, I believe are God’s gift to human creations to fill the gaps of yesterday and today, of the life now and heaven, a link of time and space to immortality.
Let us run through five-fiction story exerpts and their authors:
1. The Dead James Joyce (1882- 1941)
Born in a suburb of Dublin during a turbulent era of political change in Ireland
“O, I am thinking about that song, The Lass of Aughrim.
So she had had that romance in her life: A man had died for her sake. It hardly pained him now to think him, a part he, her husband , had played in her life…”
2. The Blue Jar Isak Denisen
Pseudonym Isak - meaning “the one who laughs” in the spirit of saying GOD loves a joke.”
Isak isthe name under which baroness Karen Blixen of Denmark (1885-1962) published her writings
“…Now I can die. And when I am dead you will cut out my heart and lay it in a blue jar. For then everything will be as it was then. All shall be blue around me, and in the midst of the blue world of my heart will be innocent and free, and will gently, like a wake that sings, like drops that fall from and oar blade.”
3. Hills Like White Elephant Earnest Hemingway (1898-1961)
Born in Oak Park, Illinois
“Anis del Toro. It’s a drink.”
“Could we try it?”
The man called “Listen” through the curtain. The woman came out from the bar.
“Four reales.”
“We want two Anis del Toro.”
4. The House on Mango Street Sandra Cisneros
Cisneros collections represent the writer’s attempt to achieve both the intensity of the short story and the discursive light of the novel within a single volume
Unlike the chapters of most works, each story in the collection could stand on its own.
“You live there?” a nun from her school had marked when seeing Esperanza playing in front of the flat on Loomis. “There I had to look where she pointed the third floor, the painted reeling…. wooden bars Papa had nailed on the windows so we wouldn’t fall out. You live there?” The way she said it made me feel like nothing…
5. Scent of Apples Bienvenido Santos (1911-1996)
“His stories capture with warmth and deep humility the pain of exile and the cost of progress…” Washington Post
Filipino-American fictionist. He lived in the United States for many years where he is credited as a pioneering Asian-American writer. In 1946, he returned to the Philippines to become a teacher and university administrator.
“ Bievenido Santos Creative Writing Center,” De La Salle University, Manila Philippines
6. The Execution Charlson Ong This story won several prizes for short fiction (Woman of Am-Kaw and Other Stories)
It was raining the morning of execution. I remember how brackish and crimson was the sky. God has sliced open the sun, spilling its innards, carving out its heart…”
Rose Flores - Martinez
Iwrotefiction
Ishallwrite
Ezine articles.com
7.10.2010
I wrote fiction. I have wanted to make a small world of my own imaginations (dull and exciting), cravings, and abhorrence. Fiction stories create in me a goddess, of which I am not. Fiction creates in me life, of which I can bring back the dead to life. Fiction stories, I believe are God’s gift to human creations to fill the gaps of yesterday and today, of the life now and heaven, a link of time and space to immortality.
Let us run through five-fiction story exerpts and their authors:
1. The Dead James Joyce (1882- 1941)
Born in a suburb of Dublin during a turbulent era of political change in Ireland
“O, I am thinking about that song, The Lass of Aughrim.
So she had had that romance in her life: A man had died for her sake. It hardly pained him now to think him, a part he, her husband , had played in her life…”
2. The Blue Jar Isak Denisen
Pseudonym Isak - meaning “the one who laughs” in the spirit of saying GOD loves a joke.”
Isak isthe name under which baroness Karen Blixen of Denmark (1885-1962) published her writings
“…Now I can die. And when I am dead you will cut out my heart and lay it in a blue jar. For then everything will be as it was then. All shall be blue around me, and in the midst of the blue world of my heart will be innocent and free, and will gently, like a wake that sings, like drops that fall from and oar blade.”
3. Hills Like White Elephant Earnest Hemingway (1898-1961)
Born in Oak Park, Illinois
“Anis del Toro. It’s a drink.”
“Could we try it?”
The man called “Listen” through the curtain. The woman came out from the bar.
“Four reales.”
“We want two Anis del Toro.”
4. The House on Mango Street Sandra Cisneros
Cisneros collections represent the writer’s attempt to achieve both the intensity of the short story and the discursive light of the novel within a single volume
Unlike the chapters of most works, each story in the collection could stand on its own.
“You live there?” a nun from her school had marked when seeing Esperanza playing in front of the flat on Loomis. “There I had to look where she pointed the third floor, the painted reeling…. wooden bars Papa had nailed on the windows so we wouldn’t fall out. You live there?” The way she said it made me feel like nothing…
5. Scent of Apples Bienvenido Santos (1911-1996)
“His stories capture with warmth and deep humility the pain of exile and the cost of progress…” Washington Post
Filipino-American fictionist. He lived in the United States for many years where he is credited as a pioneering Asian-American writer. In 1946, he returned to the Philippines to become a teacher and university administrator.
“ Bievenido Santos Creative Writing Center,” De La Salle University, Manila Philippines
6. The Execution Charlson Ong This story won several prizes for short fiction (Woman of Am-Kaw and Other Stories)
It was raining the morning of execution. I remember how brackish and crimson was the sky. God has sliced open the sun, spilling its innards, carving out its heart…”
Rose Flores - Martinez
Iwrotefiction
Ishallwrite
Ezine articles.com
7.10.2010
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