I've mentioned The hallowed waste in the previous post, and since it wouldn't fit into a proper category, here you go;
Many men were on the hill
They were standing, quiet and still
"Listen to me", said the Lord
"I will tell you what to know"
"We shall listen! O our Lord
Tell us, from what we're grown!"
Said the men and waited for
An answer that they prayed for
"I do tell you all the truth,
Though it'll take all your youth
Choose a leader out o' you!"
And so they did as He spoke
"My name is John, me Lord"
Introduc'd himself aboard
"Only thou hear'st my word
There shall not be girl, a third"
"Thy born was not a plan
I designed all the plants
I try'd berries and rye
They were fine and made me shite"
"O Lord, I might mishear'd
I an't sure o' thy words
Dost thou say 'shite' me Lord
or my ears do kid me now?"
"Every and more, true, indeed
'Tis the truth o' how you're made
There were lands and sky was lit
And men made out o'"
"Holy shit!"
it's been a while I've written a real one of these
not that anyone would read it
Even though I have only published a couple of short stories that are, quite frankly, most likely to be no more than "early tries", nowadays I fancy myself as a writer and as such, I look at the world in a different way than before. Of course, as you can see, I have written novellas (or "short stories" if we want to stick with English terminology), but they were...
I was playing with my cat after feeding her, when I felt a small breeze from behind. I did not think much of it, the windows were open on both sides of the room; must have been the wind outside, I thought, but my cat looked there and her eyes were fixated on something. I turned around, expecting nothing out of the ordinary, alas I saw a...
They were sleeping when the lights came through their window. They were not blessed with great wits or the gift of logical thinking. What they were given was great eyes instead: they had a condition called abnormal tetrachromacy, which meant that they had limited infrared-vision. When I learned about it from them I, as I have been always fascinated by colors and color deception, had to ask...
This is chronologically the first short story I publised in English, even if it wasn't the first I began writing.