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He lived in a quiet building, for four months it seemed like he had no neighbor at all. But he knew there was someone the night when he heard a hard knock at the shared wall.

Some nights he also could see the light from his window and even the neighbor's shadow through the curtains. But now it is not a sign of a vivid apartment anymore, nor even a sign of life. Now he knows there is no one living there since before his arrival.

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I want to say that the stories I posted earlier are meant to be part of my first attempt to create a character, little by little. The goal is to create a narrative that make sense and tell real life experiences I lived my self, saw someone living or heard from someone without exposing anyone. The challenge is exactly how to fit all the situations from different people in one personality.

Soon "he" will receive a name, if you like the idea, feel free to follow me and comment anything about it.

Nobody can say
Nobody can hear
Nothing to kill you
Nothing to fear

Only you

ArturNP boosted

Have you already felt like this?

My house is surrounded by woods, and it always felt like the identity of the house. It was supposed to be a preservation area, but, out of nowhere, a construction company got authorization to build 120 houses.

When they started cutting everything down, 2 month and 2 miles away, we could already see several animals running or trying to find food here.

Some of the animals were very uneasy and I could feel that on my soul when they reached my fence today. Even though it is not "my place" it feels like they are destroying my home. Even thought I know they will not invade my house, it feel like I have to stop them.

Fight or run.

They destroyed my fence.

It destroyed my soul. I have no more woods around here. It feels so vulnerable. It feels like any storm will blow my house away.

It doesn't feel like home anymore.

I wish I could at least try to fight like the animals around here.

Because it feels like I am an animal. Who have to fight if I to protect my needs.

I rolled twenty
For mythical win

GGWP

I felt so empty
As no human being
They were there
They cheered for me

But for that,
they don't understand
I also need help
Although I don't want it

I don't feel I deserve
I don't feel I worth it

I wish you here to tell me
What a worthless worry

We had to go to the hospital, that is also treating covid (only few hospitals are we still accepting other issues).

I bought a certified mask (pff2) developed in one of the top universities in my country. The staff did not recognize that it had two filters pff2 instead of valves and criticized me.

I am not mad, but they allowed me to enter even though they thought it had valves. They shouldn't do so.

Negotiation technic number 1: Brute-force

The technician came to install the new fiber-optic 240Mb internet:

-Wow this is totally blocked, it will be impossible to install anything. Please reschuedule our visit for when it is in proper conditions.

Roberto Negrete, used to hard work, started digging a hole while his mother was contacting the company.

Negrere finished passing the cable through the tubes by himself before his mother was able to pass through the bureaucracy.

- It might work.

No interesting to play
No interested to win

Not my fault you lame
It is your interests to blame

Showing off is a sin
Hiding is a shame

O pneu cortava as vermelhas folhas
Como um navio corta o mar
Outono aos poucos caia, se dispedaçava
dando ao inverno o seu lugar

Gélido, úmido e amassado
Os restos flácidos da estação
Voltando pra casa do trabalho
A saudade como emoção

Noite a dentro, não mais tão fria
Ansiedade, a mente jamais dormia
Desejado atrasar o amanhã

He knew it would happen, two months ago, his pseudo friends asked him to keep a secret, a colleague that was back to his country had been infected. But here no one knows... For more than a month he avoided everyone, he was afraid. As soon as he got back to business, going out for karaoke and traveling around, the news. The announcement came followed by trucks with food and test materials for the following days. Lockdown has arrived, unfortune for the will to go to work.

For some people, Wednesday is the worst day of the week. Not for him, it is the perfect combination between "not so tired" and "half of the week already done". But not this one. Apparently the japanese gods made the climate so dry his skin were like a snake in the summer. And the pandemic situation, every time he did anything outside, alcohol.

He tried putting two gloves to protect his hand during work, glad it is winter. His fingers still hurt, but caring heavy boxes is easier now.

- Are you stupid?

- Maybe. But I am still smarter than a child.

- And why does it matter?

- From a child perspective, I am an Intelligent child. Which is better than be an intelligent adult.

- I don't follow you.

- Intelligent children have a bright future, they become intelligent adults. While intelligent adults become lonely when get older.

- But, after you become adult...

- That is the point, as an older smart child, I'm am going to die before become lonely!

Gods?

As an atheist he shouldn't worry so much about it, but it is hard to ignore when someone says to be careful that something bad may happen, especially when someone is actually a million gods in a Japanese temple.

When he got the worse fortune ever, according to his friend, the gods where laughing of him. For sure something really bad would happen.

He challenged the gods, put the paper as a wish. He was unsure, his attitude changed fast. Take care.

A friend of mine, that is helping me with french, suggested me to write my short histories again. I can't guarantee their quality, thought.

Temporarily in a new function, he was annoyed by the big emergency button. It was there, close to his knees everytime he needed to take a box from the floor to put over the belt. But a random chemistry in his brain was making him happy for no reason, singing out loud, once the noise of the machines didn't let anyone hear him.

"I could be your crush, crush, crush, ..."

Not a bad song, but definitely not one he could relate to at this moment. He was feeling independent, away from the world.

I want to say that the stories I posted earlier are meant to be part of my first attempt to create a character, little by little. The goal is to create a narrative that make sense and tell real life experiences I lived my self, saw someone living or heard from someone without exposing anyone. The challenge is exactly how to fit all the situations from different people in one personality.

Soon "he" will receive a name, if you like the idea, feel free to follow me and comment anything about it.

No sound or noise
No talk or voice

No warm nor cold
No sun nor cloud

No feelings are true
From social rule

You have to look close
Look into the eyes
Despite the sunglasses
You can still see life

Few days later, the last drop in the ocean, he saw someone entering the apartment. He had just finished the house chores, started precisely at 23 o'clock, but it was not dark outside. At least not dark to a point where a person would be seen as a shadow. This was exactly what he saw, a shadow entering his neighbor's apartment. Or maybe it was just tiredness. He should be already sleeping by this time. He couldn't sleep. His neighbor was too quiet.

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He lived in a quiet building, for four months it seemed like he had no neighbor at all. But he knew there was someone the night when he heard a hard knock at the shared wall.

Some nights he also could see the light from his window and even the neighbor's shadow through the curtains. But now it is not a sign of a vivid apartment anymore, nor even a sign of life. Now he knows there is no one living there since before his arrival.

I have a question for you guys:

Let's say you are in a place where everybody is respecting the rules not to spread coronavirus. You let your mask fall in the floor. If you put, you risk contaminating yourself. If you don't, people on the train might complain, and you risk contaminating the others.

*What do you do?*

Feel free to add any detail you might find important for the decision. I am just curious because it happened to me and I found it an interesting question.

My bed asked the wether if it could invite me for a sleepover party. The invitation came as a delightful rain, and now I am incapable of staying away from them.

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