My imagination through words by Tess

My imagination through words

Index ..................................................................................................................................................1 Introduction .......................................................................................................................................2 1st Poem - This Star by Tess Ruiz .....................................................................................................3 Diary Entry â&#x20AC;&#x201C; My Experience of September 19th Earthquake by Tess Ruiz.......................................4 Six-Word Memoir by Tess Ruiz ..........................................................................................................6 Acrostic Poem By Tess Ruiz ................................................................................................................7 Short story: Soulmate by Tess Ruiz ..................................................................................................8 2Nd Poem: Gratitude by Tess Ruiz ................................................................................................14 Conclusion ........................................................................................................................................15

My imagination through words

In this magazine you can read some writings of my own, from my imagination and creativity. These are poems, short stories, memoirs, and etcetera. One of my favorite writings were the short story, because I love to write my own stories, and I always want to write about the main theme of the story â&#x20AC;&#x201C;if you want to know about what is the theme, you must read it!The most difficult writing was the poem, I am a mess when is about do a poem. You should read my magazine if you want to know me. Some of the writings I reflect my feelings and thoughts about the life. Some things that you can learn reading my writings are just point of view of the life, and maybe, they can change yours.

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My imagination through words

– 19th Teresa Sofia Ruiz Cortes 1°E

Tuesday, September 19, 2017

I went to school as all the days since school started on August. I thought the day would be like the others, with nothing special. Was the birthday of one of my best friends, so, I did a gift for her –petition of her secret lover ―, a bouquet of white roses was the gift, I remember that I ran through all the school just for leave the bouquet before she arrived her classroom, I was really tired after it. The course of the day occurred as normal as other days, class being boring, my classmates making jokes between them, etcetera. But at the end of the classes occurs something that shocked so many people. I was in my penultimate class before I can go to my home, it was DHP (Desarrollo Del Pensamiento), we were taking note of things which the teacher were dictate word by word. When it started to shake, everything, the tables, our bags, was terrible, I heard screams outside of the classroom, then shadows passing in front of the windows, were other students of the same floor, running to the stairs in order to get out of the building; the teacher scream “RUN!” for us, we were obedient and fastly went out of the room and followed the teacher. In the stairs was horrible, the students screaming, sometimes pushing between each other. One thing I must say, my group wasn’t too panicked like the other groups, we followed what the protocol said when an earthquake appears. When every person was out of the building, the teachers started to make a list of the students if everyone is in the safe zone. Some students still on shock, one had an nervous crisis, and the rest try to communicate with their families.

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I had a problem, I left my cellphone inside my backpack which was in the classroom, in consequence I couldn’t communicate with my mom, I was worried because maybe my mom was trying to call me and not receiving some signal if I was okay. I waited until we were allowed to go up and take our stuff and leave the school. The first thing I do when I get back my cellphone was to call my mom hoping that she was fine, and that was true. All my family was fine, fortunately. This is a situation that I don’t want that somebody else pass through this experience, is terrible. Because in the following days you can have some traumas of the earthquake and have nightmares about it, now you live with the fear of it can occurs again. Unfortunately, in Mexico are four tectonic plates, we have the highly risk to have an earthquake all the days, our luck is really bad. Well this everything that I can tell, maybe, there is something that I forgot but are details without importance. I really don’t want to repeat this experience.

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Nowadays, I keep reminding the day when we met, face to face, with just few centimeters of distance from each other. I had never lost the hope of one day I could find you, and was right to wait for it, because you were in front of me in that moment; maybe, it was love at first sight, of course for me, I never going to know if you had the same feeling when our looks connected only few seconds. Since I was a child, I have the dream to find out my soulmate, my other half, you know. One day, I heard from a romantic movie the word soulmate, this was a new word for my little self, that’s why I go to my mommy for some answers, because mother know everything about everything, so, she was my unique option. “Mom.” She was washing the dishes when I named her, she turned to me her head stopping her work just for pay attention in my question. “Yes, Alisha?” she ask in reply. “What’s a soulmate?” she hummed for a while, trying to figure out the right answer for my question, and get back in the dishes. “It’s like a friend but more.” “Like a boyfriend?” I asked with certain emotion on my words, she hummed again. “Yeah… even is more than a boyfriend. Is that one person in the world who knows you better than anyone else.” “So…” I was confused; I tilted my head to a side without comprehending what my mom was trying to say.

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“It’s someone who makes you a better person… Actually they don’t make you a better person; you do that yourself, because they inspire you.” Again she turned to me her head only for give me a little beam and go back to the sink where still having the last dishes to clean. “A soulmate is someone who you carry with you forever.” I was hearing really interested on her explanation, while I was imagining me with my soulmate like in a fairytale, absorbed in my fanciful thoughts. Even I didn’t notice when she finished washing, and walking to me while she was drying off her hands with a pink towel, leaving it in the chair backrest, then she take sit next to me. “It’s the one person who knew you and accepted you; believed in you before anyone else did or when no one would. And no matter what happens, you’ll always love them, nothing can ever change that.” So that is a soulmate. “Mommy, you already find your soulmate?” I waited for her answer like if that could be the answer for all of the problems of the world; I was expecting for a joyful feedback, nevertheless, she gave me a sorrow smile and I frown dazed without comprehending the meaning of that smile. “Mommy?” The feeling of the warm arms of my mother covering my little body was sufficient to understand. I just gave the hug back, my left hand in her head giving little pettings along her hair, and the other hand in her back rubbing off, sending her all my support, even if I don’t know what is happening. We stayed in the same position at a few minutes because I didn’t dare to broke the hug, I could feel the breathing of my mom against of the joint of my neck and shoulder, was a calm and refreshing breath; there was no sound, the silence wasn’t a discomforting silence, it was a silence where you can feel serene. “Alisha”, she named me, her voice sound shaking as if she had been crying since she hugged me. I hummed in respond. “If you find out your soulmate, never ever lose them”

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Finally, she was the one who broke the hug, I glanced at her face -which it still continues having tears furrowing through her red cheeks- when she break away. She took my cheeks on her trembling hands and leaned her forehead on mine, she closed her eyes, and I followed her. “Never ever lose them”, she repeated in a whisper. “How can I know that I meet with my soulmate, mommy?” I dared to ask. “You will only know you already find out them, and they can appear at worst moment…” That was the last thing we said between us that night. I was too child to understand the meaning of that memorable night, with the pass of the years I understood better the situation every time I reminded it. Now, I understand why my mom cried when I asked her if she find out her soulmate; I must have told before that grew without a father, but I never had problems with it, because the way of raise of my mother was enough for me. I never know what kind of person was my father, even if he is alive or death, due to the fact of how my mom acts when I asked her for my father, she never responded or only change the subject ignoring my question; so, I give up trying to know what happen with my father. What have happened through all this years? Now I am an adult, twenty-four year old, a girl who still believing to find out her soulmate, who still believing the happy ends with your other half; every time I tell this with other people, they say me I must wake up from that dream, that is stupid, stop believing it because if I continue doing it I going to be alone all my life. “This is not a fairytale, is the reality”, they always told me those words, but I don’t listen.

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They are bitter people who want to destroy others happy fantasies, who are jealous about how others are happier than they, and the only way that the happy people feel their misery is trampling their dreams. So that’s why I didn’t give them that pleasure. I have never had a boyfriend before, has been guys who confessed and asked if I want to be her girlfriend, they were kind guys but no one make me feel something special, as if I meet with my soulmate, although I don’t know how I going to feel when I meet him, but maybe is a nice feeling, like having butterflies in your stomach, too cliché. While all my friends have boyfriend/girlfriend, I am the lonely who never in her life had a boyfriend, nevertheless this doesn’t make me feeling mad because I know I must be patient and the time going to reward me. And I was right. Was the glorious day, when I finally met with my soulmate, my mother was right they can appear in the worst moment. Was a cloudy day of October, as we are in autumn there is a cold day; fortunately the snow doesn’t start until the last week of November and the start of December. I was going to the work, I was late because the bus line doesn’t work today due to technical repair, so must walk to the work. But for my mad luck, it starts raining, I snorted upset, cursing at my luck. Why I don’t think it can start raining despite of saw the cloudy day, I don’t know why I don’t take an umbrella for precaution. I ran through the street looking for a place to

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take shelter while the rain ends; I found a bus stop with a ceiling so it was my salvation, I went inside and I wasn’t alone, there is a man with the clothes wet like me, the wet hair covering his eyes, I didn’t know why he makes me so gorgeous; my body suffered an electric current through the spine when our glances connected for a while; I feel how my cheeks blushed, because his eyes were intense while he look at me. I broke the connection between our glances, because it made me get so nervous for a reason. My look was focus in the dirty floor, I still feeling his eyes on me, please stop that, it was the first time that happened to me; I look up and again, there is his eyes on my figure. And we stayed look each other, analyzing each other figure. He gulped, now he was who looked away to the other side. And I did the same. I was blank, not knowing what to say or do. The silence became embarrassment, maybe because the two what we are for each one, it seems like if someone of us want to say something but no one dared to do that. “Ehm…?” we said at the same time. Was surprising, we return to look us astonished, then we giggled for that coincidence. “My name is Luca” he extended his hand towards me. “Alisha” I reply with a smile, taking his hand and shaking it as a greeting. He hummed as if he was thinking what to say when the touching between our hands stopped.

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“Maybe it can be a little bit crazy, and… rare coming from a stranger who you just meet in a bus stop” Luca babbled, he scratched the back of his neck nervously. “I feel… like I already meet you, as if I know you since my last life… yeah, I know it is weird, an now you should thing that I am a crazy dude…” he did an edgy grin. I kept quiet for a while. “No…” Luca looked at me with hopeful eyes “Isn’t weird because I think the same…” the boy did an overjoyed smile, and it made me feel also happy, it was the most beautiful smile that I had ever seen. “So… what is your favorite color?” he asked with a flirty smile, I giggled. Maybe the day wasn’t perfect, however, it was excellent. I was patient; I had never lost the hope; that is why the time rewarded me. Finally, my soulmate, I never going to lose you.

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This is the final part of this magazine. I am going to explain my experiences of doing these works. Writing is not new for me, because I like to write my own stories before this work, either, drama, fantasy, crime; I try every genre to write because I want to have new experiences of the art of being a writer. My imagination always gives me ideas of what to write, but, I do not know how to pass these ideas into words, so, receive new experience always works. The best part about doing this is: I practice my English; because my vocabulary increases, my grammatical skills develop every time that I write. I really love this part of the project. The worst part about doing this is: THE POEMS; is difficult for me to write poems because I do not know how to make a rhythm or make it have sense.