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visual artist and writer marisol diaz

i am a self-defined Nuyorican creative (that is a Puerto Rican who is from both the isles of Manhattan, NYC and the Caribbean). I share daily in the joy of education and live in a cute port town in New York, in a 'teensy-weensy' apartment with my two dogs and canary named Valentino. Check out my Etsy shop for purchasable pieces. Please do not reproduce imagery off of this site without explicit credit and no derivatives may be made of my original imagery- Thank You.

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May302008

Rota Fortuna Seminary

Sunday Scribblings Prompt: CURVES or CURVE

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"The is no greater curve...not the grade curve, not the hip curve, nothing is as dangerous as the wheel's curve. That's what my father used to say." Gita announced while staring blankly into nothing.


"What like a car's wheel?" Interjected Alan with the same smug tongue and obviously inept capacity, that always rubbed everyone the wrong way.


Jane rolled her eyes and began to doodle circles on her napkin with her finger.

She had known Gita Vortumna for two months now, since the first day of school. Jane was always smitten with Gita's philosophical tangents and imagined her as the long lost bff she never had. Alan on the other hand was just a pathetic excuse for a friend, a lost emo-wannebe who always just hung around. He had been sitting with an ipod ear pod hanging out of one ear chanting the months of the year, over and over again.


The three were sitting in the well-worn booth at Laini's, their fave after-school haunt. Laini's was a place pent-up with the curse of being located across from a school; where kids sit all afternoon, order nothing but fries, consume the seats, and dismiss paying customers.


The waitress hurriedly walked by, and as she did, Gita pushed her glass of water over, causing it to tumble violently, spit out its contents and crash onto the ground.


Jane was shocked because she saw her do it, "What the f... Gita!!"


The waitress was mortified. Through her humiliation she chose to react by ripping her apron off, yelling obscenities and punctuating her rant with, "I QUIT!"


"What the hell Gita, that was such a bee-atch thing to do!!" Jane whispered as she stood up and tried to push through Alan who was still laughing in a nervous frenzy.


"All I did was spin the wheel! That waitress was ready to change her life, don't you think?"



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Reader Comments (5)

So cool! excellent story amaretto! Gita IS a biach! haha
I really love the picture you used too! Spin the wheel!
I couldn't find your email address, but I wanted to reply to your amazingly kind and funny as hell comment! THANKS, You made me feel 6" taller! OR like a kid in a sandbox! I would love to play with you! haha and I am totally flattered that you enjoy what I write. ♥

May 30, 2008 | Unregistered Commenterlucy

excellent!!! i love the whole premise here... kind of put me in mind of the movie crash,, where things just seem to roll off each other... excellent!!!!!

May 31, 2008 | Unregistered Commenterpaisley

what an imaginative interpretation to the prompt - this is a great piece!

May 31, 2008 | Unregistered Commenterdanni

great work!!! I love the idea of fate entering our ordinary lives...from Six Degrees of Separation to the ancient mythic idea of the gods playing with our interwoven lives...i love it on so many levels. love the picture as well.

May 31, 2008 | Unregistered Commenterstain boy

Very interesting read! Thank you!

June 1, 2008 | Unregistered CommenterEmma

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