Short Stories and Poetry

Throughout the years I’ve written some creative things here and there. These are just for your soul, for you to enjoy. Possibly comment on :-)

Letter from Heaven, a dream. 

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I received a letter from Heaven. The transfer process had started and will be complete this night. signed Heaven’s Welcome Team. A volcano erupted in my heart, blinding light shot out in all directions, and then came peace, and warmth, and calm. And then I felt nothing but peace and warmth and light. And I was calm.  It wasn’t a physical letter, nor an email, nor any other media I knew. I just knew I got it, in my mind, in my heart, in my spirit. And this letter felt more real than if I was holding one in my … Read more

I’ll just pray here (rap).

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DerisionBlurred visionTripped up, nose bleedHeading for collission OutflankedOff the horseOvercomeBroken armBroken headBroken brain Strong mind Better aimNext timeCome get me Can’t get meCan’t make meDoubt my dest’nyMy purposeMy aim Cause they ain’t mineAll in good timeNot on my timeI don’t control timeCause purpose is not mineI’m not the authorI’m no creatorI’ve got no planExcept for one planTo follow His planOh, what is the planTell me, God, what do You planTell me what is the plan..Your planPlease Down on my kneesUghh.. Too rhymieToo predictableUnoriginal… Unoriginal?You want original?Cost of original?Ready for it?Are you sure?This ain’t secureNo es seguroThis way is hardThis way … Read more

God is a Mystery (rap).

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God is a mysteryIt’s clear to meMaybe I can’t look inBut I will keep tryin’ I’m serious, bit delirousOvercome with emotionBut I won’t give upWon’t beat self upI won’t trip upI will stand upAnd feel this throughSee this throughFollow throughI’m not done There’s things I took a part inKnow some things nowSome mysteries are clearerAnyhow Let’s grow up nowBut don’t screw up nowNo dropping the mikeDon’t get off the hikeI’m stuck nowStuck on GodStuck on figuring Him outStuck on not giving upNot growing upNot dropping downI’m doubling downI’m getting upNot pushing notn’ downI’m pushing upProdding upFiguring outGrowing upAnd giving up … Read more

What I learned at the Douglas Anderson Writers Festival (with George Saunders and Tracy K. Smith)

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This was a good day. My mind and soul just basked in beautiful things that were read and taught. Here are a few things that I took away for me: • It’s you and page, a thankless work and easy to get discouraged, so forget about writing a novel or getting published. Just write a story. • Be motivated by an issue you want to solve or something you want to bring out or a concept that eludes you until you put it on paper in a poem or a story. Don’t be motivated by getting published. Even best selling … Read more

Вода

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Течет река, широкая, глубокая. “Равни ей нет”, люд в сердце говорит, И каждый всей смекалкой и способностью, Пытается чем больше от неё отпить. Одни: каналы роют, трубы ложат, Честным трудом водичку в дом свой достают. Другие: стыдно им, но просят первых, И первые им милостыню в кружку льют. Есть часть народа, крупно “повезло” им. Папуля с мамой, у реки прям – виллу. Теперь гуляют беспробудно, что им? Девчёнки, пьянка… прежде времени могила. Местами за бокал с зеленым мулом убивают, За ту, что жизни не даёт, и – мертвый человек. Зависим люд, зависит от воды речной, обманут, Зависим от диавола, из-за … Read more

Democracy

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5000 BC – 60 BC (stone plates and papyrus notations) Soccer game develops from aimed kicks of various objects towards stretched animal skin, to practice of keeping soldiers fit for war, to discovery of rubber-like mass from Hevea Brasiliensis. 60 BC (passed on through generations) China and Japan face off in first known official version of a soccer game. Victor varies depending on country’s point of view. 600 AD – 1600 AD (Aztec culture) Mexico and Central America create a rubber ball and use it in a game on a court. A stone with a round opening is mounted on … Read more

Darion

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You break the habit and pick up an unknown number. Mr. Darion Smith? Yes. Owner of Porsche Cayene, two thousand eleven. Black? Who is this? Officer Clive, it is likely that your wife has been in an accident, we are investigating. Are you married to Ester Smith, born in nineteen eighty-two? Yes. And you have two children a two year old and a five? Yes, are they ok? Is it serious? Are you at home now? Yes. Officer Jones is on the way. We need your assistance in identifying the bodies. The room loses its walls, its boundaries, the world … Read more

Mind

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Your mind is a room, your mind is where you spend most of your life, your mind is your inner world, your mind is the secret room, your mind is where you come back every time others leave you, every time you are alone. When you sit on the toilet, when you chew a breakfast sandwich, when you have a long drive, when you’re falling asleep. Your thoughts build you up and your thoughts take you down. When you start your life your mind is clean, the room is empty, the walls are white. Now you’re twenty-five, or thirty-three, or … Read more

Unnatural

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Young child fishes, rod bent, fish bites Great ivy tree, mysterious, kind Green water, flows slow, endless Distant moo-cows, mountains, fences. Does it make sense that A tidal wave will crash through? Will a child catch a whale? Wouldn’t that be unnatural? Isn’t a great dream unnatural?

Ира (short story)

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По листьям и лепесткам недавно расцветших каштанов медленно стекали капли, падая на волосы, плечи и чемоданы спешащих на поезд прохожих, которые с удовольствием подставляли лица, ладони, загоревшие плечи, и, кому мама разрешила, босые ноги и веселые языки. Глядя на довольные мордашки детей, вечно спешащего человека мельком посетила приятная мысль аккомпанирующая улыбкой и он замедлив шаг тянул этот теплый момент.  Ира в который раз возвращались из дому родителей в свой город с еще не полностью сформировавшимся пониманием что их дом уже не ее. Несколько лет назад после здравого разговора с собой она поняла, что сложа руки жить долго и не интересно, … Read more