Writing
I used to make a joke that my parents gave so much creativity to my older sister, who turned out to become a writer, that I got just a enough to allow me to be a translator and write well, but without actually creating the stories.
In this blog I’m trying to change this and make my creativity grow.
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I’m in the waiting room of the funeral home. Soon, I’ll meet the person who will be responsible for the burial of my beloved. Tears roll down from my eyes. I need to accept that the love of my life ceased to exist. This post was written in response to the Weekly Writing Prompt… Read more
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It was the year of his 70th birthday and he had a dream. To take the bike and some friends and ride from the place where he was living, Berkeley, CA USA, to the place where he was born and raised, Salvador, BA Brasil. He was a capoeira mestre and had several pupils or peer… Read more
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It was the night before the vernal equinox. The wood fairies were busy in wrapping up winter and getting everything ready for spring. In the bark of the trees, pupae are about to hatch, just in time for the equinox festival. Now, the day has come! Night and day have the same length and life… Read more
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He hated Shakespeare! No one ever knew why, but he did, indeed. Maybe it was the fact that he had to study all of those plays and sonnets at such a tender age. With the thou’s and thy’s and all those fancy old words that no one speaks anymore. Then, when he went to drama… Read more
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In this area of the land live a lion and me. I’m slightly smarter than him, he’s MUCH stronger than me. It’s an open land and we get the visit from several other smaller or not very smart animals. We feed on them, sharing the load. They satisfy us so I don’t need to bother the… Read more
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She was a single mother of 4. Girl#1 and Boy#1 were good, healthy kids. Girl#2 was not healthy. Boy#2 was not good. He wasn’t bad either. But he had the bad habit of always getting in trouble. At 17 he was dating a crazy girl. She was trouble! Of the bad kind. They had a love… Read more
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It was a small apartment building. 3 floors, 2 apartments on each. Mrs. Bayle has been there since forever, the oldest tenant in the building. She was the one who kept the flowers hanging at the porch. The building was not a masterpiece of architecture, all white, old, non-attractive. She kept the flowers to beautify… Read more
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The world was colorful and happy. Except for Griswald. Griswald lived in the gray forest and liked it like this. He didn’t care about colors and happiness. For him the entire world could be gray. But that was not really his problem. As long as people didn’t bother him, he would keep quiet on his… Read more
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“Mommy, mommy, look! The tree and bushes are catching fire! Look, they’re all yellow and red and orange.” “Oh, sweetie-pie, that’s not fire, it’s the leaves changing color for autumn.” “Changing color?” “Well, every year we have 4 seasons. Remember Winter? We went skiing and built a snowmen?” “Yeah, it was cold!” “In Winter there were… Read more
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She felt cold. Even in summer. She felt cold inside. Like her heart was made of ice. She was lonely and had no one. Life had taken from her what she loved the most. Her husband and kid are not in this world anymore. At work, she feels isolated from her peers and would barely… Read more
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The Summer was hot and dry. The sun was implacable. Not a little distraction would be gone without being noticed by it and light up into a fire. The mountain tops were ablaze. Sometimes closing in to residential areas, forcing people to evacuate from their own houses. As the flames leapt skyward, the quality of the… Read more
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She lived a life that some would describe as being on edge. For being adventurous, but also for getting into financial trouble after her adventures… One day, she could not believe her eyes, when she saw a sign announcing a 5 acre lot on sale for 10 cents. 10 cents????? She didn’t think twice and bought… Read more
