Joaquine

Note: It still a draft please leave feedback to continue and improve it!!! Thanks.

Christianity and Jesus

In the early days of Christianity there was a man named Jesus that changed the world as we know it. Of course, he did not set on this journey to change the world with bloody wars and to change civilization that came later on and still going on today.  He was a humble man that spent his last years on Earth preaching and teaching people how to live and how to love one another, while embracing the old written Hebrew laws and accomplishing what prophets before him said. Jesus complemented the written laws by encouraging people to be humble and honest when they followed the laws, and yet at the same time criticizing those that followed the laws to gain respect and admiration from the community. Read the rest of this entry »

Author’s Note: This is a short short story my first attempt to write shorts shorts. 500 Words. I look forward your comments and feedback to help me improve. Let me know of any grammar mistakes or sentence structure. It still a draft, but I think is presentable at the moment.Thanks.

-Joaquine

How to Build a Pillow Coffin

In order to do that you need to do be at your grandmother’s house on vacations near Christmas. You will need to have a little sister that is going to obey you. Choose a room that is far away from view and close shut the door so no one can see you or your sister. A raining day outside will make this even more exciting, with the wind blowing and the thunders, now and then isolating you as if you were in a castle where a vampire would live.

The bed can be used as if was a coffin where a vampire would sleep in. Of course you’ll make your little sister the vampire since you got to arrange the place to look scary. Place pillows around your little sister and tell her to close her eyes just like in the vampire movies. She will look like a vampire with her pale face and dark red lips. Close the curtains next to the bed. The room will get so dark that only thing that will illuminate it will be a candle in your hand. I forgot to mention that you will need another four stick candles to place around the metallic bed frame at each of its post and you’ll light them up. Read the rest of this entry »

Author’s Note: This is another short story that still in some early drafts but as it stands is complete. I presented it on some workshops and it was very helpful. I took many suggestions  and I can always improve. Please leave your comments about the story, and I always look forward to critism. Enjoy.

- Joaquine

Life

She takes long and slow breaths. She looks at the hands in the clock moving ever-so-slow and it seems like the little red second hand is struggling to make the minute hand move and the minute hand is pushing gently the big black hour hand forward to 11 o’clock. Her concentration on the clock is interrupted by a knock at the door.

            “We are ready for you Ms. Vane,” a nurse says.

            Ms. Vane gets up and opens the door by the cold steel handle and nods at the nurse.  She follows the nurse and looks down at the color lines that are along the floor. Some are blue and others brown and there are even some red maybe for emergencies, she thinks.  Nurses in dark red and pink scrubs zoom by her with piles of steel charts and stethoscopes around their necks.

            Odors of ammonia and chlorine get stronger as the nurse and Ms. Vane approach the surgery room; it looks more like an execution chamber.  They walk in. The nurse takes Ms. Vane to a small room just before the main surgery room.  Ms. Vane feels the cold stethoscope against her skin as the nurse is checking her pulse and her blood pressure with the little pump.  She breathes heavily and tries to calm herself down. She can hear some people from the surgery team laughing at the distance and she can also hear the stereo on the background playing Requiem by Mozart. She remembers the name of the song because her brother loved listening to it and she hated it.  She gets lost into the music and she feels as if time has stopped; she can almost feel every heart beat inside her and also she feels the very little heart inside her for the first time.  She sighs.

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Author’s Note: This is my first draft of the story any input is welcome to help and improve it.  Enjoy it and as always any questions or comments leave them here. Word Count: 1395, Winter/Spring 2009.

The Walk

  At 5:30 AM, the alarm clock goes off interrupting the orchestra of snores coming from the beds.  The bedroom is dark and cold. The boy gets up and turns off the alarm clock, then looks at the other side of the room where his sister and his little brothers are still in deep sleep.  He turns on the light and takes out his school uniform from the closet. He lays it down on the bed, the pants are dark green and also the shirt; the sweater is marine blue with the seal of his school on it.  The boy takes a comb and just pretends to comb his hair; he just randomly combs a bit then skips some other parts. He hates mirrors, so he just combs his hair enough to where he feels with his hand that is uniform enough.

                At 6:00 AM, he comes back to his room after having a light breakfast and brushing his teeth.  He checks if his uniform is clean and without wrinkles, because on Mondays the principal checks that everyone is clean and that the uniform is complete.  The boy puts on the uniform and he goes around like crazy looking for his belt, he remembers that the last time he saw the belt it was in the living room couch, he rushes over there but it is not there anymore. He calls out his mother, “Mom, where is my belt?”

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We are at the second month of the year and still almost everything feels the same. Lately, I have been writing and reading a lot for my school work and just for fun at times. I will post another story pretty soon… There is no really that much that can be posted outside my life. Everything is pretty boring, but I hope soon something new comes along to fill this website as I always dreamed of. Until later.

This time of year once again. One more round and we still here. Nothing much has change since last year, or at least I would like to think so. In that spirit I will post my first short story, nothing that big just my first draft of a fantasy story.

Candles

Rain pours down in the old church. A tall man touches the old rusty door handles and opens the door. The door clicks and he sees a river of candles illuminating the dark church. He hears whispers coming out of the shadows.

The smell of incense and burning wax penetrate his nose making his head a little dizzy. He walks. His boots splashing against the wooden floor makes some people turn around and stare at him with candles in their hands. He makes his way to the altar leaving trails of mud and water behind.

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