Long Ago

Note: I wrote this on December 22nd, 2015 after a visit while I was home for the holidays. Being the holidays, I was busy and got distracted before I could put it up. I forgot about it until now, but here it is at last. It’s just a short piece. Hope you like it.


My grandfather should have died ten years ago. Instead, he sits before me in his kitchen. Continue reading

Censorship

I have an issue to talk about today: Censorship. Not like the North Korea kind. My kind. How much should I censor myself?

Occasionally, there is swearing on this blog. Nothing crazy, but it happens. I don’t add stars to it either. There’s no such thing as f*ck. Vowels are important and shouldn’t be left out. If anyone has a problem with my swearing on this blog, I don’t care. It’s my blog. That’s the beauty of having my own blog; I can say whatever I want on here.

Can’t I?

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SIV

There are forty-five minutes left today. I need to do a little creative writing.

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Here is a short story I wrote last year. As with anything I’ve written over three weeks ago, I think it’s rubbish. But it’s a Saturday.

The story is called SIV and is told from the perspective of a robot with artificial intelligence and a capacity for emotion. The only reason I’m sharing it with you today is because I recently got a positive comment about it on Wattpad. I was just about to delete the story entirely before that comment, but now I figure, if someone’s taking pleasure in reading it, I’ll leave it. So here you go:

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Poker: A Mental Battle

On my mom’s side, I have 20 aunts and uncles and 25 cousins, three of which have spouses and one who has a toddler and a baby due any day now. Including my siblings and I, my maternal grandparents have 28 grandchildren and nearly 2 great-grandchildren. I am the youngest of the older half of the grandchildren, and for six years before 2011, I was smack dab in the middle.

On Christmas there’s a big party at my grandparents’ house. After dinner, presents—usually between close cousins, or godparents and godchildren—are given out. Then the older half, plus the oldest of the younger half, of the cousins do our secret santa exchange and get to discover who had our name and so on. After we’re done, the adults (I guess, at twenty, I’m technically an adult, but here “adult” means family members out of university who have jobs and own homes and stuff) play their gift-giving game where they draw numbers and the whole thing is kind of complicated.

After the adults have finished their game, the dining table is cleared and the poker game begins. Continue reading