Sunday, October 24, 2010
"Why do you sleep so close to the window?", the blond girl asked puzzled
"Because while your sleeping, I grind my teeth, waiting, wondering if Satans soldier will finally come and mutilate my body".
The blond girl laughed awkwardly, shifting her eyes then flipping her hair, "where's you're bathroom?"
The brunette smiled brightly at her; "we don't fucking have one".
Wednesday, October 13, 2010
It was easy to look like a Polish Catholic, but it was much harder to actually say the words, that I was one. The most difficult part was watching my people go off to die while I stood sullenly to the side, my hair in two innocent braids behind my ears. I wanted to burst into tears as I saw my teachers, my classmates, and my neighbours marching with their suitcases in the street. There were women, children, and babies among the crowd. The Nazis took everyone. I wanted so desperately to join the march to the Ghetto, so that I could share in their despair. I knew though, that if I did, I would definitely be shot. I was only thirteen, but I knew that even though it was wrong to pretend I was Arian, it was much worse to give up and die.
November 1943, Poland
Irena pulled the covers tight around my body the way I liked it most. She wiggled me after she was done and placed her finger on my nose.
"You must be good, Angela", she says with a warm smile, "be on you best behaviour".
I began to feel an inexpressible sadness come over me. I thought of my mother and father who gave me to Irena just a week ago. A tear falls gently down my cheek.
" Why do you cry Angela?", she says with a pained look on her face.
" I cry because I know I will have to leave you Irena", I say wiping my tears from my face "and I'm scared I will never see my parents again".
"Your parents would want you to be brave", Irena says with a pause "they would want you to fight".
She says goodnight, and leaves. I try to close my eyes but my heart is thumping too loud to sleep. I lie there wide awake, wondering where my parents are, and where my little sister has been placed. I squint really tight, and wish that none of this happened, that we could be a happy family again. When I open my eyes, I'm still alone in the small, cold bedroom.
Tuesday, July 20, 2010
"God, please let him leave me...leave me Lucifer", I pray.
I see a cross hanging sullenly above a church. A surge comes from within, I cannot move. I feel stiff and he raises my arms and turns my hands into claws. My body shakes and I feel a shiver down my spine. I turn my head from the church. I keep walking.
I don't feel love anymore. I am a different person, my soul has been taken over. I wish I knew what happened, for some reason I don't know. I can't pinpoint when he entered me, I just know I went to sleep myself and woke up someone else.
"Be sober, be vigilant; because your adversary the devil, as a roaring lion,walketh about, seeking whom he may devour" (1 Pet. 5:8)
Tuesday, July 13, 2010
Sunday, June 27, 2010
I wish that love was enough to bring peace, and life was enough to bring happiness, but gloom hangs above us. My grandmother tells me the devil is bigger than us. Then what hope is there? Where should I go to die? I look for a tree, but I am in a desolate parking lot walking for hours, there is no salvation. I pray, but God says its too late.
My little brother stands alone, at the end of the parking lot. I run as lightning grazes my body. The thunder deafens me, but I keep going. I feel as though I am not getting any closer, he will always be too far. I will never reach him. Suddenly I hear his laugh; he now appears before me. I hold out my hand and then he takes it. We walk.
Sunday, June 13, 2010
Saturday, June 12, 2010
Monday, June 7, 2010
Novel Type: Science Fiction/Thriller
It's Russia 2030, and the European AIDS epidemic has become rabid due to increased immigration, prostitution and drug use. After the new Chancellor Roman Andre is elected the Russian government has decided to demand mandatory AIDS testing, resulting in a mass extermination. Adelina a young preteen and her grandmother Dora are poor immigrants from Spain. They speak English and Russian fluently but are easily pointed out as foreigners. They moved to Russia so Adelina could pursue her Ballet talent. After the mandatory AIDS testing both Adelina and Dora huddled with a group of others to an open field, where the AIDS positive immigrants are gunned down. With quick thinking, Adelina and Dora manage to escape the massacre, running into the forest. The two walk the wilderness for days, until they stumble upon a circus tent. Inside there are is an exciting show by different talented circus performers. One of the acrobatic performers, a young immigrant man from Kenya agrees to help them. He accompanies them on their escape, while leading an army of immigrants and ex soldiers against the Chancellors wrath. The journey is thrilling and their encounters are compelling and thought provoking. In a city of evil and cruelty, only one man can lead the crusade. An unlikely hero comes to save society, and stop an extermination. He is just one man, an amazing man.
A cold wind sweeps the fields and wakes me up. It's early and my eyes water as I yawn, I feel my skin crawl. All of us stand around giving each other looks, not knowing what to expect, although I see fear in many of elders eyes. It's as if they know something we don't. I stand closer to my grandmother; I take her hand in mine, and grip it tight. The army trucks that brought us here begin to pull away, and only two of the men with guns stay. We are in the middle of nowhere, where are they going? Where are we going? I dare not to ask grandmother, her face looks pained as she sees the trucks leave down the rugged path from which they came. Her grip becomes tighter, her furrow deeper.
Yesterday they tested us for the AIDS virus. I remember many of the faces here from the clinic; men women and children. Everyone in Moscow was to be tested, the Chancellor had sent out disclaimers to everyones home. My grandmother had the same pained look as she read out the hovering words which appeared at our bed: " Every single person in Moscow, by Chancellors orders must be tested for AIDS. The testing will be held for one month at the hospital nearest to you. You're date is March 20, 2030. If you choose not to attend, serious consequences will be administered".
It begins to snow; the white flakes fall slowly and quietly. We are all silent. Then the men with guns begin to herd us toward the open field. I am scared. All of a sudden my grandmother takes my hand, she pulls my arm and we run. All I can hear are the gun shots and the screams.
As you may know I love to write. At some point in the future I would like to publish a novel, but unfortunately all of the books I've started have never been finished. They are ideas, plot descriptions then really kick ass intros, but never a full fledged novel. I believe it's due to procrastination, self doubt and a little bit of a perfectionist personality. Although I can't really complain because one of the reasons I write short stories is because of this problem, thus further deciding to publish them in this blog. I called it Blindfold after one of my favourite songs by Metric, and because I think it represents the power of writing. A blindfold forces creativity of the mind and passion of the soul. Words function the same way; when reading them or writing them. It's mind imagination as opposed to visual imagination.
I have decided to create this Novel Contest to give you an idea of the different types of books I have thought up, and the different types of plot ideas to go with them. Here's the deal:
- I will give you a plot synopsis
- A brief introduction (probably almost all of what I've written so far)
- Under the story leave a comment and state: That it's your favourite, and WHY you like it.
What you need to do is vote for the best novel idea and intro! The winning novel will be further written, and at some point published (we hope right?)! The contest starts this Wednesday (June 9th, 2010) and ends at midnight on June 14th, 2010. That gives you a week of reading. All of the stories will be posted in a couple of days, so don't start voting UNTIL ALL FOUR novel ideas are posted.
Alright Blogworms, READ ON!
Sunday, June 6, 2010
"Oh my poor Chelsea! She has done nothing to deserve such abuse!", she says with a strong maternal passion.
"So she has done nothing to provoke him then?", I interject and give her a determined stare.
"Oh heavens no!" she cries, looking somewhat offended.
Darlene's daughter was being swirled about in a terror I like to call Emmit. The boyfriend had once again cheated on poor Chelsea Brackish. My sympathy for her situation exited my heart around the fifth time he did this, and the eighth time she hurled herself back into his arms. Much like a drug addict Chelsea needed her daily doses of Emmit to get on with her day. A phone call was just enough to keep her withdrawal symptoms at bay, although between contact she acts like a miserable wreck. There's a huge high when he comes around and then turmoil when they fight and break up. Disaster is a word not harsh enough to describe her situation. I haven't yet found the right one, but I have a feeling I have to get creative. Many friends have tried to help her countless times, but its no use kicking a dead dog. She needs help. It's quite sad actually. Although sadness has turned to feeling sorry, then turned to animosity, then to not giving a shit. Ah whatever, I'll do what I can.
"Chelsea needs some help Darlene", I say finally.
Tuesday, June 1, 2010
I truly believe that we must not find our place in the world, but instead venture to discover our place within ourselves. If we believe we are in a state of happiness, we WILL be in a state of happiness. It is said that a man can do anything to another man, except occupy his thoughts. Our brain and our thinking are sacred and should always be kept in the best condition. Then will we reach a state of peace.
Who am I? I am me. What will I do with my life? Live it to the fullest; careless but just. Why bother with negativity, when life is free? Enjoy whats given, and give to those who need. Embrace love and love those who you embrace. Don't run away from problems stay and wash them away. As the famous writer Winston Churchill once said; "If you are going through hell, keep going." When you reach the end? Nothing in this world will be able to stop you.
Friday, May 28, 2010
Only cry from what I feel
Leave me alone monsters,
I wish this wasn't real.
I feel as though I bring them on myself,
Inviting them one by one.
Maybe I'm too emotional,
Too susceptible; too full of feel.
I rarely get the courage, the confidence,
The push I need to fight, but when I do,
I'm still weak, crumbling at the knees.
I pick up a sword too big, too massive for me to hold,
I wish this would all get easier, and I could just be bold.
Leave me alone monsters, I don't want anymore pain,
My heart has become too weak for it, and my mind has gone insane.
You follow me everywhere even to my home,
I try to leave you at the doorstep,
But you say you feel alone.
I'm tired of all this anger, this bitter suicide,
All built up inside of me, pushing me from side to side.
Maybe I should ask God to take you all away,
Tell him I'm sorry, and pray and pray and pray.
Perhaps then he will help me to see,
See the light of day.
Wednesday, May 19, 2010
The Friday before, Albert's wife shot and killed their five year old daughter Eliza Grace. He hasn't been outside in one week. He has been passing his days, hours, and minutes contemplating the different ways of suicide. Time was just as meaningless as his existence. He was hypnotized by grief, his soul was chained and tortured by anger. It was if he was frozen, unable to eat, speak or move with ease. Albert was weighed down by depression.
It was now that Albert stood above the rushing waters, bracing himself for his decision. It was a decision he knew he could never take back.
Monday, May 17, 2010
I lift my light sundress off my body, tearing it from my head. I am completely naked. I never thought life would take me here, to this moment. I walk slowly down to the edge of the still pond. I squint my eyes shut, then jump into the water.
Sunday, May 16, 2010
She stares at me, waiting for me to invite her in. She look young, perhaps only sixteen. She is brave; she is so close to our base. She looks up at the hill, where our tents are. Everyone is asleep. I tell her to go. If I let her in, she will die. Tobi tells the guards to let the females in; they are entertainment and fun. She doesn't leave, she wants something inside.
"Go now", I whisper.
"Why?", She asked.
"You must let me in". I pause, if they let her in they will do what they want with her.
"There's nothing up there for you", I say gripping my gun tighter. The girl bites her lip and walks toward me. She is beautiful, her eyes are light brown, her skin is smooth.
"I am not a whore looking for money. I appreciate your concern, but I must get inside. I am looking for someone".
I can't help but laugh, "there are over twenty men with guns in that tent alone!" I say pointing up at the hill "do you really believe you can just find someone, and take them with you? Unharmed?"
She starts to cry; "I have no other choice! I gave him my word, he is my only living brother!" The girl looks down, then stares into my eyes "I will do anything to get him back. I am his only hope". She is serious. , even so I decided not to yield.
"If you go you will both die.", I say with a calm bluntness, "right now I am your only hope".
She promises to come back tomorrow. First she gazes at the tents one more time, she looks afraid, sad and vulnerable. "Goodbye", she snaps, "goodnight".
I hope she never comes back. I hope God saves her.
I don't deserve it anymore, that's what I say, and this is what I said:
"Don't you rain on my parade no more".
I took it for so long, let it hit me so hard, and finally I fell.
I buckeled under the pressure, melted with heat,
Until there was nothing more of me,
Nothing left to feed.
What happened to my innocence?
What happened to my carefree?
Everyone join me in a protest to fight for equality and happiness,
The revolution starts with me.
I march for love and the right to live,
I have been jailed for so long,
Imprisoned by guilt and power.
Today I broke free, and yelled out: "I have no more to give."
When it gets tough to cope, difficult to deal,
I remember; this is what I want,
This is what is real.
Only God can protect my body,
But I can protect my soul,
I can sheild and shelter it,
Then yell at the storm: "Don't rain on my parade no more!"
Finally I emerge, tears spilling from my eyes; it's done.
It's finished, I can breathe and patch my sores,
I get on my knees, and ask God;
"Please don't let him..Oh please don't let him rain on my parade no more."
Thursday, May 13, 2010
"it will be $2.49 please", she said as she shivered.
The girl smiled, and then slowly lifted her head so that their eyes met;
"yes of course", was the reply.
Then she quickly whipped her head back down to dig into her purse aggressively. Finally after what seemed like an eternity, she pulled out a toonie and a loonie. She held out her bloodied palm, the coins covered in blood as well. The cashier took the money holding the edges of each coin with a nervous precision. She then cringed as she opened her cash and plopped the girls change back into her hands.
"I'll be right back", she said quickly, hoping that escape was still possible.
"No", the girl said in a deep unshaken voice, "your not going anywhere".
It was half past midnight when the girl left Starbucks. She looked up at the moon, and wiped the blood from her mouth. Suddenly a car pulled into the parking lot, a short man driving the vehicle furrowed his brow as he saw the young lady in blood walking over to him.
"Can I help you?" , he said very terrified and a little concerned.
"Yes", she said with an innocent pout " I need a ride".
Wednesday, May 12, 2010
Monday, May 10, 2010
"Hear what?", the woman looks down at me, her spectacles at the tip of her nose.
"The earth stopping", I say barely looking up at her, then putting my head back down.
"What does this sound like?", She asks leaning toward me; trying to look underneath my half closed eyelids.
"Nothing", I reply "It's just quiet". She wants to laugh, but she tries to spare my feelings, and suppresses the giggle with a queasy smile. The smile is full of pride, and her chest is full of crumbs.
"So how often do you sit and listen to this..nothing?" She asks leaning back, and attempting to regain composure.
"Everyday", I say softly, but this time I look into her eyes, and hold my intense gaze for quite some time. She begins to look nervous; shifting her eyes away, and ruffling about her files.
"I think this is all we need for today", she says as she clears her throat, and looks at her watch.
I find it hard to believe she actually gained something today. I find it even harder to believe that my mom is paying her 50 dollars an hour to do this. Sometimes I view my day as an episode on a sitcom, or a chapter in a book. What will happen on the next episode? I have no idea.