…I want nothing more than our nation to prosper. Together, my friends, together we can make not only that, but bend the whole world to our will!
Dave reached for the television, turning it off as Robert Strindgestripe finished his speech. “He’s gonna be the end of us, I tell ya.”
“Aye,” Oliv replied, “ever since his wife was found dead, he’s been out of his mind.”
“‘Found dead’, sure,” he sneered, “’twas murder, I tell ya!” He leaned closer and continued, “it’s all too convenient to be a coincidence. Let’s look at the facts: 3 months ago Strindgestripe, the Minister for Arms announced that his wife had ‘tragically passed away,’ then go on to run for President with the promise of ruling the world. We always knew he’s ambitious, and his wife held him back in front of public, didn’t she?”
“Well—“
“Now he’s a shortlisted candidate with no one daring to say ‘no’ to him. What does this tell us?”
Oliv looked at Dave with a puzzled expression and uttered “that he wanted this all along?”
“That he wanted this all along!” Dave hit the wooden desk in front of him as he spoke for emphasis and good measure.
“Now, now, don’t break the furniture,” said Oliv, “’member what happened last time?”
“Yea, sorry, m’love,” Dave told his wife and patted the desk apologetically, “but what I say, you can’t deny.”
“Never said I did.” She stood up to fetch an old newspaper, “how did she die again?”
“Rumors were about falling off the stairs, so I’d say someone’s beaten her to death?”
She turned the pages until she found the announcements, reading aloud “Ruth Strindgestripe, age 37, tamer of men—may ye rest in peace.”
I'm lost in the light
I'm lusting the void
People around me
Are nothing, but noise
I am surrounded
There's nowhere to go
The lack of the bright
Is where I feel home
Written at 17 August 2021
"No!" The angry student exclaimed, "I told you already! This is it! I refuse to change any of it!" He threw his papers in the air and stormed out of the lecture hall.
"What was that about?" asked the curious bystander, who helped Mark to pick up the angry student's essay.
"Just another art student refusing criticism," he said as he looked at his empty wrist, "do you know what time is it?"
"It's 11:05," she revealed with morbid casualty.
This was a writing practice in preparation for a 300 word flash story writing competition. 2/2 people who read it seemed to like it, so now it's here.
Randomly chosen theme was Justice.
It's found me. Ran inside and closed the door. Tell--
Hi, I'm uhm... well, me.
jan Sotan, Ae. Dschorsaanjo, jan ala, or just Zoli
and this is the mostly spoken word renditions of pieces written in toki pona, released or otherwise.
As the title says, it is not going to be my usual stuff.
You shall hear lyrics previously unrecorded, possibly unpublished,
along with some that you might have heard before,
long and long agone in a galaxy we occupy.
After these last few sentences though, nigh everything shall be in toki pona, so...
original script of performance for suno pi toki pona