Wednesday, November 30, 2011

Hypertext Fiction Project

Pulau Muluku
Destroying Childhood Icons One Story at a Time

Welcome travelers, to the Island of Muluku. We don't serve muruku, but we serve suspence. (Actually you can get some muruku from Aunty Muniama)Sit back, and enjoy the demise of these unfortunate souls who ventured on my island. So how does this story unfold?

Pulau Muluku : Destroying Childhood Icons One Story At a Time


What we planto do is a murder mystery. The setting is the resort on the fictional PulauMuluku, so named because the islands owner is a Nigerian businessman. It willbe written in 1st person POV. It has 5 characters and 1 narrator who will describethe background of events. The characters are the victim, the murderer, theframed suspect, the witness, and the detective. The murderer and the suspectare brothers (Upin & Ipin), the victim is the girlfriend of the Suspect,and the Witness is the girlfriend of the murderer. The four of them areholidaying on the island. The detective is a woman called detective Lim in herlate 20s, early 30s. The rest of the characters are early 20s
1. It startswith the Victim, a 20+ year old girl, it will describe the moment she ismurdered, ie she is smoking, murderer comes and BAM hits her with a big stick,she must not say who is the murderer, use “that person, You” etc
2. Narrator,give the background on the setting, character motivations, etc
3. The suspectstarts in the interrogation room, he is confused and thinks back why theyarrest him, he gets interrogated by Detective Lim here, they found evidence hiswatch was found at the scene. name is Upin
4. The Witness,in her room, she flashbacks on the murder she accidently saw, is scared becausethe murderer is her boyfriend, doesn’t want to tell the police at first but hasnightmares of the Victim, Eventually decides to reveal the truth to the detective.
5. TheDetective, she is revaluating the case, doesn’t believe that the suspect isguilty after the interrogation but there is strong physical evidence, shewanders if perhaps he is being framed, at the end, the witness admits to herthe truth and she decides to arrest Ipin
6. The Murderer,Ipin, He is confident that the murder is perfect and he planted evidence toframe is brother, reason is that he is jealous of his elder brother who is superiorto him in everything, etc, Then at the end the cops arrest him, his plan fallsapart because of the accident.

Tuesday, November 15, 2011

The Escaped KIller

I sat across from father in the living room and expelled a loud sigh. In a quick nano-second, I vomited everything that had been haunting me for the past several days. I saw in my father's eyes all his hopes and dreams in me shattered. Mother dropped the bowl of fruits; she couldn't believe her baby boy had committed murder. As she screamed, I shuddered as I realized how similar mother's shriek was to Nurul's, as I brought the knife down on her. Father barked at me to get out of his sight. As I retreated, I saw him fidget with his gold-club as he anxiously watched the news. He was probably looking for any sign of Nurul's murder. Suddenly, I heard a thunderous rapping on the front door. Without hesitation I crouched behind the cabinet and shuddered.

Just as father got up, a large bald man burst into the room, brandishing a glock. I recognised him immediately. The last face I wanted to see; Pak Samat. Father and Pak Samat stared daggers at each other in stunned silence. Just at the right moment, a sneeze plagued me and I was discovered by the two men. As if God was trying to avenge Nurul, mother walked into the room with a cell phone glued to her ear. Mother screamed shrilly. In the confusion of the moment, I saw father lunge at Pak Samat, attempting to bring down the golf club on his head. A flash of light and an explosive clap befuddled me. Father collapsed to the ground, clutching his shoulder, the club slid away from him. Mother screamed yet again and fainted. Pak Samat approached me. He cursed me for taking his precious daughter's life; tears cascading down his face.

I looked up to the barrel of the gun. The only word that came to my wretched mouth was sorry. I squeezed my eyes shut, anticipating death. The same explosive clap sounded again. I felt warm tricklings of blood on me. There was no pain, so I realized the blood was not my own. I opened my eyes and saw Pak Samat sprawled spread-eagle on the ground; blood leaking from his forehead. That was as far as my sanity could take, I broke.

Written by Arththi Sathananthar, Eliza Maria Benjamine, Daniel Madrigal & Yee Woan Fung

The Escaped Killer

I sat across from father in the living room and expelled a loud sigh. In a quick nano-second, I vomited everything that had been haunting me for the past several days. I saw in my father's eyes all his hopes and dreams in me shattered. Mother dropped the bowl of fruits; she couldn't believe her baby boy had committed murder. As she screamed, I shuddered as I realized how similar mother's shriek was to Nurul's, as I brought the knife down on her. Father barked at me to get out of his sight. As I retreated, I saw him fidget with his gold-club as he anxiously watched the news. He was probably looking for any sign of Nurul's murder. Suddenly, I heard a thunderous rapping on the front door. Without hesitation I crouched behind the cabinet and shuddered.

Just as father got up, a large bald man burst into the room, brandishing a glock. I recognised him immediately. The last face I wanted to see; Pak Samat. Father and Pak Samat stared daggers at each other in stunned silence. Just at the right moment, a sneeze plagued me and I was discovered by the two men. As if God was trying to avenge Nurul, mother walked into the room with a cell phone glued to her ear. Mother screamed shrilly. In the confusion of the moment, I saw father lunge at Pak Samat, attempting to bring down the golf club on his head. A flash of light and an explosive clap befuddled me. Father collapsed to the ground, clutching his shoulder, the club slid away from him. Mother screamed yet again and fainted. Pak Samat approached me. He cursed me for taking his precious daughter's life; tears cascading down his face.

I looked up to the barrel of the gun. The only word that came to my wretched mouth was sorry. I squeezed my eyes shut, anticipating death. The same explosive clap sounded again. I felt warm tricklings of blood on me. There was no pain, so I realized the blood was not my own. I opened my eyes and saw Pak Samat sprawled spread-eagle on the ground; blood leaking from his forehead. That was as far as my sanity could take, I broke.

Written by Arththi Sathananthar, Eliza Maria Benjamine, Daniel Madrigal & Yee Woan Fung

This was a creative exercise given to us in our Inventigative Stylistics class
The task was to write a short story based on information given about an event
The focus was point of view narration and we opted for 1st person POV

Arththi Sathananthar
A129086

Tuesday, November 1, 2011

Poetry Hyperlink Project-"Musings in an aquarium"

Aqua bowl, sealed sea
A fish that questions the world
Freedom, like a bird
Girl with braid departs like wind
Comfort gone like the tree leaves 
(DANIEL MADRIGAL   A129471)

Monday, October 31, 2011

Assignment I Draft~ "Musings in an Aquarium"

Aqua bowl, sealed sea
A fish that questions the world
Freedom, like a bird
Girl with braid departs like wind
Comfort gone like the tree leaves 
(DANIEL MADRIGAL)


Comfort, she craves for
Emotions in a braid, she
Stares, question in mind
The lone tree waves it's branches
Her fish swims as though crippled

(Yvvone Yee)

Draws a question
Braid of thoughts, conflict feelings
The lush tree dances
Please mom, a fish like rainbow?
Comfort the lonely other

(Eliza)

Dream to find comfort
In silence, fish questions
How great; life on tree
Without und'standing the brunt
That, in real. Its likes a braid

(primila)


Question I answered,
To untie braid of feelings
Says me to the fish
Don’t seek comfort in green trees
When you belong to the sea
(zainab)





Girl, planted it there
Merely fish; Without question
Seeked comfort from it,
His braid of thoughts unaware
Tree smothered him; oblivion.

(Arththi)




Tuesday, October 18, 2011

fish in the aquarium wants to be a bird-fish alone POV )questioning)
girl with braid POV owns a fish
mum buys another fish for her- wen to market
she has a new fish in the aquarium-2 fish living together
fish 2 advices fish 1
chemical plastic tree kills them