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By hanan_aly
Writing Tip
Before we start, let's try a simple experiment. Write a paragraph in point form, that is in broken phrases instead of sentences. After you have finished, memorise all the points and you'll find that the paragraph is being written organically for you by your short-term memory.
Let's move one step further and make those points as disorganised as possible. Here is a prompt example: If You Were A Hong Kong Youngster.
Below is my first draft, or rather, steam-of-consciousness version 2.
There is no need to be so conscientious about grammar, connectives or paragraph agreement at this point. You can simply forget about them. The aim to have now restrictions to your free flow of ideas. For this draft, there's no need for people to understand what you're writing. What matters most is that only you can make sense of what you wrote. Of course, it's also the draft you shouldn't be sending to your editor.
After you've decide that you've already joted down all your ideas on the piece of paper, its time to connect the dots. Use a pencil and draw a circle around the starting point or phrase. Then, from the center of the circle, draw a line and drag it around the next point or phrase. A second circle and a new starting point is established as shown below.
Repeat the process until all the points are connected.
You are now more than ready to write a complete text through memorising or constant revision.
If you stumbled upon a writer's block, you can simply go ahead to continue with other parts of the story until you eventually find the right word or idea to clear up that block. After all, arranging those parts of your story in your first draft should be a piece of cake. It is a fun and effective way of manoeuvring around a writer's block.
Side note: This technique can go beyond fiction writing if it is being used proficiently.
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If You Were A Hong Kong Youngster (Final Form).
I'm around seventy-something year old. When I was in my early twenties, I had to run a small kiosk when my father had passed away due to a traffic accident. From time to time, I learnt more and more investment strategies and soon, I was able to expand my business and had a maximum of two hundred branches and affiliates scaling across the world. I had many huge revolutionary ideas that found their way in the Bible of Business and Economics as well as in every textbook and people hailed me as if I was a saint. Being a highly-respected role-model for Hong Kong made me feel proud. On retrospect, it was probably my arrogance that made me unable to find my successor as I viewed all the ideas of the young people to be inferior, impractical and even childish. I did not marry because I couldn't find my right partner. Every woman I met were after my money.
Then, a group of youngsters spread their radical ideas throughout the city. They even managed to overthrow the politicians of my generation who refused to give up their seats for a very long time. They soon established a system of their own and their inferior ideas dominated the entire world. And alas, my world, my whole world had turned upside-down.
The youngsters were extremely quick when it came to adapting and using new technology. They even dared to have their own brain installed with nano-machines, something which is considered gross and unthinkable to me. With such nano-machines, the youngsters were able to fully immerse into a new internet system called Cybverse and interact with it using a brand new user interface that don't require a keyboard as it handles thought-waves efficiently to do all the task. Because of this, more and more activities, whether it be commerce or leisure, were conducted online, and almost nobody is interested the real world. I heard that people were able to freely construct their identities in Cybverse, to a point where status, social standings no longer exist. But I'll never know. Because I couldn't keep up with the times. my multi-billion dollar conglomerate dissolved and I was now running that same old kiosk again, struggling to keep my old customers who were dying off one after another. Sometimes, I couldn't help but shed a few tears of loneliness.
One day, a mysterious man came to me with a large peculiar-looking briefcase. I thought he was a customer at first thought he was too young to be one.
The mysterious man said, "Our company is secretly developing a revolutionary network, called the Chiral Network, a system that can perfectly merge both the Virtual and the Reality worlds into one."
"But what's that got to do with me?" I asked, "I'm too old for this shit."
He replied, "Well, you are the few remaining Old Types whose brains are pure and not infiltrated by nano-machines. For the young ones, it takes time to unplug those nano-machines in order to gain access to the Chiral Network. That's why I chose you guys, the Old Types, the most suitable beta testers, to activate the Chiral Network. The quicker the better."
The mysterious man was able to notice my hesitation and added, "At your age, you must have full of regrets. It doesn't hurt to have one last major change before you pass onto the afterlife. Besides, it is free of charge, completely sponsered by the government as a part of its welfare program for the senior citizens."
I accepted the truth of his words. All he did was to attach a few wires on my head and plugged the ends to that briefcase. He inputed a few commands and numerous holograms spunned out. I was then sucked into some kind of a wormhole. When I came through, I was shocked to see myself, my physical body sitting in front of me. It looked exactly like me, except that it was lifeless.
The mysterious man looked at me and said, "Congrats, you have been successfully materialised and are now part of Chiral Network."
"Wha..."
"Why don't you look around? Oh, but first, have a good look at yourself in the mirror."
I went to my bathroom and saw a young boy in the mirror.
"This is me?"
"Yes, indeed." said the mysterious man with a grin on his face, "This is your afterlife, son."
You Must Read in Order to Write
To be a good writer, you have to read a lot. This is universally true, the golden rule. Nobody will disagree with you. But how can we be vivid readers in the 21st century, with countless audio-visual temptations standing in our way. With smartphones in our pockets, we would be anxious about incoming instant messages, having the tendency to watch a few movies, browse a few meaningless video clips and play a few mobile games. Thus, at the end of each day, you lost a great chunk of your time which would have been allocated else where, such as reading. This is called procrastination.
You have to admit, words nowadays no longer have the same impact on our minds then they were before. But writers need words as their primary nutrition, their main ammunition. You need to learn writing styles and word usage of others in order for your writing to mature.
I did face the same dilemma for a long time. I was addicted to Youtube (Facebook? Nah, I don't use it.). I did have a idea of locking away my cell phone for a certain period of time (thinking back, that was impractical, really). I was wondering whether there was a device, a lock that can only be unlocked after a certain amount of time. Whenever there is a need, there has to be an object of fulfilment, right? I googled it and eventually found that such a thing exists, but I couldn't find it to be sold in Hong Kong. I decided to try my luck in Sham Shui Po in Hong Kong, the most suitable place to find all sorts of electronics you need. I spent hours searching around but I couldn't find what I wanted. Then, I thought, maybe an app would do. Yeah, why didn't I think of that before. Instead of wasting hours walking, I should actually spent a few minutes browsing.
And indeed I had found one: AppBlock. There are many applications catered for this demand but AppBlock is what I strongly recommend. Not only does it block access to a certain app, it can also block access to certain websites for an extended period of time. Most importantly, AppBlock has strict mode. In this mode, you can never reset your settings or disable it for a certain period of time no matter how hard you try. Extremely useful if you have an uncontrollable urge to make your mind wander around the maze of websites. So if you really want to concentrate on reading, AppBlock is highly recommended.
寫作技巧
開始之前，我們來一個小嘗試。嘗試用故事或段落的要點列出來。然後背熟它們。你會發覺故事内容會自然而然在腦海裏流出來。我們可以將這概念推高一層。
以下是我的寫作草稿/寫作框架，其寫作題目是父親。
看似好凌亂。我一開始不注重任何文法和先後次序，簡單來講是亂寫一通。目的是讓自己的想象力如水一般無拘束地漂流。
當你認爲該寫的都已經寫在紙上，就可以開始進行組織，分辨先後次序，把點子以及子句如穿針引綫般連接在一起，像下面那圖表一樣。
如此類推。
完成所有鏈接后，你可以把它背詠或看幾十下，你大腦會自動地編出完整的故事内容出來。
Fox and Hare
Once upon a time, there was a Mr. Fox who was a chef and a owner of a restaurant. He was skilled in making the most excellent dishes in town. But he was not very happy because there was a Mr. Hare who was also a chef and an owner of another restaurant. Although Mr. Hare was not as skillful as Mr. Fox in making dishes, he was able to make the most delicious soup which drew almost half the share of the town's customers. Mr. Fox deduced the fact that Mr. Hare was able to produce very nice soup was because Mr. Hare possessed a golden pot while Mr. Fox's pot was an ordinary one. So Mr. Fox sneaked into Mr. Hare's kitchen one night and stole Mr. Hare's golden pot.
Unknown to Mr. Fox, Mr. Hare during that time had also sneaked into Mr. Fox's household to steal Mr. Fox's silver chopper because he was extremely jealous of Mr. Fox's ability to make excellent dishes and he thought that the silver chopper was the reason for it all.
Back home, Mr. Fox used the stolen pot to make his own soup. He tasted his own soup and liked it very much. He noticed that his silver chopper went missing. But he didn't give a damn about it cos it was just a souvenir he had bought during his trip to Mainland China and he didn't use it even once.
The next day, Mr. Fox went to Mr. Hare's restaurant and was shocked to see that there were more costumers than before, enjoying Mr. Hare's soup. Mr. Fox sat down at the restaurant to order soup and was surprised to find that the soup was ten times more delicious than the soup he tasted last night.
He must have a pot made of magic, thought Mr. Fox.
Mr. Fox stole into Mr. Hare's kitchen again. He searched and searched and searched but still he wasn't able to find a pot that looked very special to him. Suddenly, Mr. Fox overheard Mr. Hare talking to his wife upstairs. Mr. Hare said that his pot actually wasn't made of gold and anyone who drank too much soup from it would eventually get stomachache and so he wasn't worried about his pot went missing.
Having hearch heard this, Mr. Fox was extremely angry that he bursted into Mr. Hare's living room, grabbed Mr. Hare, his wife as well as his children by the ears, threw them all into the pot of boiling water and turned them into rabbit stew. Mr. Fow took a ladle and drew the stew close to his lips and the stew tasted like...
"HaHaHaHaHa...Huh?"
Mr. Fox woke up and found that everything was all but a dream, much to his dismay. But the feeling was immediately overwhelmed with extreme fear as he saw a figure holding a large silver chopper up high, aiming for his head. That was Mr. Hare who was extremely angry because his customers suffered from food poisoning that moment he used Mr. Fox's silver chopper.
Messages from A Dystopian Future
After I graduated from University, I got a job at NASA to work as a trainee. Being an astronaut, travelling to the outer space to explore the unknown had always been my dream ever since the time when humans found a planet that share similar geographic features and environment composition with our planet earth. And the invention of a technology of warping through time and space, opening portals to new parts of the universe made me crazy with anticipation.
After the first few days of work, I receive a strange message on my Whatsapp. The sender was unknown. I thought it was a prank at first so I pretend not to notice. But more notifications sprang out as if it was an emergency. The text message read: Earth will be destroyed and the entire humanity will be wiped out by an alien race in a couple of years.
Who is this, I typed back.
Words followed: I am you!
Sorry?, I replied.
The text message continued: My body was long gone, but I managed to convert my brainwaves into electrons and gigabyts and travelled back in time through my i-phone which, in words, your i-phone.
I thought this was crazy. But I looked at the time when the mysterious message was sent and it was indeed a few years after my time.
I requested the sender more proof of his identity and he typed out everything about me, from the day I was born, the places I had lived, which school I attend, the passwords of my bank accounts and important files. He even knew about my darkest secret which I had never shared with anyone except myself.
The sender then uploaded a video that showed destruction and chaos happening everywhere and human blood and carcasses were scattered on every ground. It was no war but an absolute one-side massacre.
The sender explained that it all started when the astronauts first arrived on the planet that ressembled Earth. They were unable to discover any intelligent life forms. So they decided to harvest the planet for resources. However, the minds of the astronauts were unable to comprehend the fact that things that seem inanimate do not mean that they are dead. Instead, they were extremely intelligent beings who could communicate with each other on a whole new level and could assimilate any form. The astronauts had mistaken them for raw materials and they brought them back to Earth. Once on Earth, those alien shapeshifters transformed into monsters and they summoned their race of invaders to Earth and all hell broke loose. The sender said that the horror would not have occur if humans were able to find the means to communciate with those species the moment they set their first foot on that planet. He suggested that I could prevent such a crisis by becoming the lead astronaut to engage such communication. He believed that I had the intelligence to shoulder such a task because he was me, Except that he had extreme inferiority complex that prevented him from realising his potential and achieving further promotion during his time.
At this point, the text message had ended. What should I do now? The whole fate of Humanity rest in my own hands. I had made my own resolution. I decided to plan ahead, month by month, to seek promotion in NASA as rapidly as possible.
Three Little Pigs
Once upon a time, there was a Big Bad Wolf who was very angry because someone had stolen one of his sheep despite the fact that he had put a sign that said 'DON'T LAY A FINGER ON MY SHEEP!'. He had a huge suspicion that it was the 3 Piggy brothers who were responsible and decided to get his revenge.
In the morning, the Big Bad Wolf went to pay the first Piggy a visit. The house of the First Piggy was made of wood. There were 2 signboards outside the house, one that said ' DON'T PEE ON MY POND' and the other said 'DON'T MAKE LOUD NOISES'. In response, the Big Bad Wolf unzipped his trousers in front of the pond and answered the call of Nature. Then, he brought along his electric guitar and played his favorite rock music like thunder. That woke the first Piggy up and he angrily opened the door. "Hey! What's with the noises and why are there dead fishes in my pond?"
"It's I, the Big Bad Wolf, Can I come in?"
"Not by the hair of my Chinny Chin Chin, " said the 1st Piggy and he slammed the door.
"Then I'll huff and puff and blow your house down!" The Wolf took a deep breath and blew the house into a pile of broken wood.
The first Piggy's legs were shaking as the Big Bad Wolf approaches him. "Please don't eat me!" the Piggy pleaded. The Big Bad Wolf had never eaten a pig before in his life but since the Piggy said so, it wasn't such a bad idea to try. So the Big Bad Wolf ate the 1st Piggy for breakfast.
In the afternoon, the Big Bad Wolf went to visit the 2nd Piggy, who was the eldest as well as having more money than his two brothers put together. The 2nd Piggy had a house made of bricks. There were also two signboards placed outside the house, one that said 'DON'T VANDALISE MY WALLS' and the other said 'DON'T THROW LITTER IN MY COMPOUND.' After seeing this, the Big Bad Wolf took out some sprays and wrote large words of vulgarity in beautiful graffiti on the walls and then he drove his dump truck and unloaded all his household garbage upon the 2nd Piggy's garden.
The 2nd Piggy was startled by the noise caused by the unloading and opened the door angrily. "Hey! What have you done to my beautiful garden and what have you done to my walls!"
"It's I, the Big Bad Wolf, Can I come in?"
"Not by the hair of my Chinny Chin Chin, " said the 2nd Piggy and he slammed the door.
"Then I'll huff and puff and blow your house down...with my bazooka!!!"
"Hey! That's not in the books!" cried the 2nd Piggy.
Too late, the Big Bad Wolf used his bazooka and the house of bricks was immediately blown into smithereens. The 2nd Piggy instantly became roasted pork which the Big Bad Wolf soon ate for lunch.
The Big Bad Wolf went to visit the 3rd Piggy. By then, it was already night time. The 3rd Piggy was the poorest of all his brothers and his house was built entirely of cheap straw. He had lost all his money on gambling. There was only one sign and there was a huge black spider resting on it. The Big Bad Wolf looked at the sign. The words were written with a very poor handwriting. "Dont' jump over the fence. Ha! Says who?!" laughed the Wolf and he jumped over the fence.
The next morning, when the 3rd Piggy was leaving the house, he saw the Big Bad Wolf's dead body at the bottom of a very deep pit. The pit was the result of a cave-in caused by a construction error made by the Utilities company. That was how the 3rd Piggy was able to buy the land at an extremely low price. As he didn't want to spend any money on fixing the hole, he merely covered it up with straw.
"Oh gosh!" said the 3rd Piggy, "Didn't he read my sign." He looked at the sign. The Big black spider had left the signboard to make preparations for breakfast.
'FOR DANGER!' were the two words that were revealed after the spider had left.
Scary Pizza Delivery Stories
This is my first time ordering a pizza via phone. I had just moved into a new home which once belong to my dead grandparents and was living all by myself, enjoy absolute privacy and freedom to do whatever I want, such as playing video games for extra long hours in the basement, turning my favourite music on at the maximum volume as the basement was sound proof. Anyway, it should be easy to order pizza via phone nowadays. What should possibly go wrong?. So I phoned the number of the pizza place I know. Then, an automated voice spoke up and gave me a long list of options before redirecting me to the person in charge of the pizza delivery. But then, the line did not respond and I was told to leave a message after the beep.
So my first attempt did not go well. But I refused to give up and made another call and thankfully, the person in charge picked up the phone. "Hello, Freddy's Pizza Place. What can I help you?" said the person on the other end of the line.
It was the voice of an old man.
"Yes. I want to order one Super Crusty Pizza with salami and bacon bits and extra Parmesan cheese on top."
"Wait. So it's Super Dusty Pizza..."
"Dusty... what dusty...Crusty!
"Oh sorry. Super Rusty Pizza with slimy and Rotten fish..."
I did not believe what I was hearing.
"Excuse me! I said Salami! Not slimy. Do you speak English?" I shouted.
"Sorry, but I'm an Italian. Do you mean sexy?"
Is this guy a maniac?
"No! SALAMI!!!"
"Sorry."
"And bacon bits! Not rotten fish!"
"Right. And anything else?"
"Of course. You forgot that I want extra Parmesan cheese on top!"
"You want poison grease on top?"
"WHAT ON EARTH IS THE MATTER WITH YOU!"
"Earthworm mixture? What is that? Sorry sir, but we don't have earthworms in our recipe."
"Just send that bloody pizza to XX Woodland Street. Name's John Cornfield!"
"Yes, sir. One bloody pizza will be delivered to you shortly."
I slammed the receiver, exhausted from dealing with an obtuse, hard of hearing old man.
Wait a second. Did that old bastard get my address correctly?
2 hours had gone. My suspicion turned out to be true. The deliveryman had apparently lost his way, thanks to the misguidence of the old jerk who happened to be his colleague. But I was too busy playing Left 4 Dead that I forgot about my dinner and I dozed off in the armchair after completing the final stage of my game.
When I woke up, I found the basement to be dry and very dark. The light bulb of my table lamp had probably died of overheating. Suddenly, I heard footsteps upstairs. That was strange, I was the only inhabitant of this house and my family members lived very far from here. Who could it be? A burglar? I picked up the most possible weapon I can find, the broken table lamp.
I crept silently towards the basement and listened attentively to the sound of the footsteps. The sound of footsteps came closer and closer. I can feel my pulse racing at extreme levels. When the footsteps seemed to be moving away from the basement door and towards somewhere near the kitchen, I decided to leave my basement and ran towards the light switch of my living room.
"WHO IS IT?" I shouted at the top of my lungs once the lights were on and pointed my table lamp towards the unknown intruder.
It was a pale-faced boy. His face really looked like a balloon.
"Are..are youu..Miss..terr..er...John Cornfield?" the boy stuttered.
"Yes, I am. What business brings you here?" I said.
"I...I come to deliver... your...your pizza, sir," he said, showing the pizza box he had carried.
"What! This time of the night?" I said, pointing at the big clock on the wall. It was unmistakeably half past two.
"Yeah. And you...you forgot to lock your door, sir."
"Do I? Maybe I have."
When I opened the pizza box, I was extremely furious.
"Hey kid, look! I ordered Super Crusty Pizza with Salami and Bacon bits and extra Parmesan cheese on top! Why are you giving me the BLOODY MARGHERITA!"
"You're scary me, mister!" cried the pizza boy, "It's not my fault. I was only doing my job. My man told me you ordered the bloody Margherita!"
This guy was definitely a newbie. Poor boy.
I am myself to blame for being lazy to order my favourite pizza in person. So I paid for the bloody Margherita anyway and resolved never to order any pizza via phone.
"Hey kid!"
I paid him a hundred dollars for that worthless pizza and he didn't return me the change.
I opened the door but the boy was nowhere to be seen. I quickly searched around but I couldn't find the boy nor his delivery vehicle. Impossible. It all happened in just 3 seconds. He could not have gone so far unless he vanished into thin air or had mastered some teleportation technique. Whe I went back, I discovered that my door lock was severely broken. So I did lock my door after all. That kid was just as troublesome as that old jerk, always ruining my day. Then, I could feel and hear the growling of my stomach.
Oh well. Since I was already awake and the pizza had already been delivered, it was time to have my most delayed dinner.
But when I looked at my pizza lying on the table, I suddenly did not feel hungry at all.
The pizza was filled with slimy earthworms swimming in a disgusting liquid that smelt like fresh blood. A swarm of flies that gathered around the pizza seemed to have a liking for it.