Archive for ‘The Creative Writing Corner of Estrella Azul’

2014, March 18

A glance under the surface – by Estrella Azul, featured over at ArtiPeeps

When Nicky from ArtiPeeps contacted me about a feature article a couple of months ago, (“The Closet of Dreams”) I was thrilled. It was such a wonderful opportunity. And, it also meant that I qualified for FreeSpace, which meant I’d be featured three more times.

Here is the first feature of the three, an early flash fiction for this week.

Without further ado, I hope you enjoy "A glance under the surface" over on ArtiPeeps today!

2014, January 10

If only he had knocked first – by Estrella Azul

IMG_8910-2What is it about ruins that draws photographers in, and continues to fascinate them?

He attributed it to the role ruins play as his “brooding unconscious.” He believed ruins to embody a kind of guilt over civilization’s unchecked progress. He never believed these images to be sensationalistic and nothing more.

There doesn’t seem to be any lack of photographers today willing to tackle the subject, he knew that.
His photos provided a valuable glimpse of the other world that exists on the flip side of mega malls and suburban sprawl. He lived by the old code – “take nothing but photographs, leave nothing but footprints” – and had a deep appreciation for the places he investigated.

For him, the best way of engaging with the past was by observing it through the prism of the present.

His present, he thought in hindsight, wouldn’t have ended as abruptly – if only he had knocked first.

2013, December 27

Right there, waiting – by Estrella Azul

It was an unexpected question.
Her cheeks turned red. But not just from the cold as she tore open his letter standing next to her mailbox on the chilly December evening.

Once inside, she snuggled up with her self-assigned cup of cozy in hand – s’mores hot chocolate – and pulled a pillow onto her lap to steady the notebook on.
Her gaze seemed absent as her handmade notebook cover adorned with hundreds of multicolored beads reflected the bright white twinkling lights of the Christmas tree next to the couch.

She stared into distant memories of a moment long lost ten years ago.
Even when both hearts are ready, if one fails to recognize the magic of that moment, it will pass. She had learned that by now.

Squeezing her pen, she began to write the words in her best cursive.
It wasn’t easy. She kept seeing his face. It showed up when she wrote the date in the left hand corner. It appeared when she wrote the title of her new flash fiction piece on the right side.

Everything would be alright soon, she told herself. Four more weeks until she would see him again – not an imagined face that time.

She would be right there, waiting.

2013, October 25

The Closet of Dreams – by Estrella Azul, featured over at ArtiPeeps

When Nicky from ArtiPeeps contacted me about a feature article, I was thrilled. I’ve been reading the website for quite some time now and have discovered many great artists thanks to it. It’s humbling to point towards the website today, and say: I’m featured there! *blush*

“In the past, people have described me as pensive. As proof of that, and of how my mind works, after the click is a little slice of life flash fiction piece which came to life as I was thinking of writers, of bloggers and their blogs, and of how short-lived some blogs are or how quickly they disappear without a trace leaving us wondering what might have happened to their owners.”

Hope you enjoy “The Closet of Dreams” over on ArtiPeeps today!

2013, September 6

Perilous – by Estrella Azul

 

It ended on a mournful note.

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Afterword

Last night, a friend sent me the link to these photographs of abandoned places. They are exceptional! Looking at them (right before bed) stirred something in me.

I woke up with the above six words floating away from me. Before dissipating, I groggily took my phone and typed them into a “memo”. A week earlier I had shot the perfect image to go along with them.

Thank you for reading, and I hope you enjoyed my six word flash fiction!

 

PS: feel free to check out my first six word story as well.

2013, June 7

What Love Does – by Estrella Azul

Love does not last X number of years.
Love only now begins,
for another X earthly years
and an infinity of years afterwards.
Love grows by the day,
as a leavened bread
placed near a warm oven.
Love grows in the sun.
It grows in the grass,
among flowers, in shades of trees
and layers of basil.
Love caresses my dusty cheeks,
warms my icy hands,
carries away worries like the wind,
and kisses me goodnight.
Love does not necessarily make me better,
more cheerful or happier.
But it makes me be myself,
and it makes you be yourself,
and it turns you and I, into Us.

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2013, May 28

How often…? – by Estrella Azul

A couple crosses the street. Hand in hand, they ignore stop signs and slalom through cars, laughing. Reaching the bus stop where I am waiting, they kiss.
Everyone in the station is watching them.

She, looks at her boyfriend with a kind of adoration one only sees in movies. She radiates happiness.
He, reciprocates. They don’t stop smiling and talking.

As the bus rolls to a stop, they follow me behind my seat.
I make myself comfortable for the long commute, and gaze out the window – listening.

It has been four years to the day since the accident, I overhear. Details aren’t shared; they seem unimportant to the conversation and the silence following his words makes it clear she knows them. I can almost hear them exchange a look, then talk about something else.
Small things, of family and friends, places they like and wish to visit. They want to find out everything there is about one another. They are clearly at the beginning stage of their relationship. Infatuated with each other.

A few stops later, they walk to the door.
As they get off the bus, people stare at him.

His sunglasses keep his eyes from showing, but I can imagine them.
Despite all the wonderful moments I have overheard, they hide a sadness, a question.
The long scars stretching all over his face, the ones that start at his nape and continue down his back, the ones that cover the length of his arms – they do the asking.

And I can’t help but wonder myself – how often does he start relationships, how often does he experience only the infatuation and understanding stage of them in this world where nothing is perfect and looks seem to account for everything?

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*** With the above piece of flash fiction I’m participating in Friday Flash Dot Org’s Fourth Anniversary Blog Hop, running thru the end of the month.
Go read the announcement post, and write a flash or comment on one of the entries for a chance to win a prize!

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