Plot In A Story นิยาย & เรื่องราว

And now is the time I'm going to do it again. "Humans are like writers. The way they think will be the thought of the story. Their part in the society will be the one to create their plot. Their social status, name, age, and any other informations are the story's basic elements. Their preferences are the spices. Their mission in life will be the theme. Their problems are the conflict. Their perception about what kind of life they have is the genre. And their death will be the end of the story. These incidences and life's intricacies are natural. They happened even without our consent. God gave them, and we can't do anything with that. But how humans compared to a writer? Their actions in eve

Ang mga karakter nina Scott at Eliana ay tila may sariling pag-iisip, itinutulak ang kwento sa isang mas kakaibang direksyon kaysa sa aking inakala. May mga natuklasan ang pigura sa mga anino. Sa paanong paraan ay nagawa ng taong ito na kontakin ang isang importanteng tao, isang babae... isang interesanteng piraso sa plot na maglalaro sa lalong madaling panahon. “Hindi maaari ito...” Napasinghap siya, habang itinutupi ang papel sa palad ng kanyang mga kamay.

Hindi gano'ng klase ng kuwento ang gusto niyang ihain sa kanyang mga mambabasa. Kailangan niya ng panibagong plot. Iyong kahit hindi masyadong kakaiba ay mabibigyan naman niya ng panibagong timpla. Ngunit sa tuwing binubuksan na niya ang kanyang laptop ay natatanga na siya. Naba-blanko talaga ang utak niya. Hirap siyang hagilapin ang mga salita. May mga ideas naman na unti-unting nabubuo sa kanyang isip, pero kailangan pa niya iyon buuin upang malaman niya kung maganda ang kalalabasan.

Kung ano ka plastic ang mukha nito ay yun din kaplastic ang ugali- nakakasira ng environment. But anyway, bago ako pumasok sa office ni dad ay narinig ko siyang sumigaw. “This is what I am talking about! Tell them to give me a month and I’ll make sure to make their investment worth the risk! This is HPA, I will give the deal to them eventually!” I knock on the door but maybe he didn’t hear it. Pumasok ako ang saw my father massaging his nape. He looks different now. I don’t know what’s the difference but I know something’s wrong.