Post Modern Short Stories Volume I

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Post Modern Short Stories are the basics of the tigers. Every candle has a stick that does not mean you have to beat someone with it. I am the candyman, what I know is my concern, not there for you to know.

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Post Modern Short Stories
by Nix Dexter

Volume I

Part One : Prosecutor

the beginning
1. 2. 3. 4. 5. 6. 7. 8. 9.

for every story there is a beginning, so they say. but, you don't have to witness the beginning to be in a story. well, of course you are in a story. a story does not finish before it reaches you. and also no story ever ends. even after you hear the story. to hear or read a story drags you into a story. so you become a part of it. time line is endless, and therefore where it began is none of your business. things you can't control are not things you should worry about. when there is not one slightest possibility of you knowing, learning, changing or in some way intervening with a process you should better put your energy to a better use.

writers bollocks
i got the writer's bollocks. it happens when you try to write something but you don't know where, when, what and how. this one does not happen when a writer unfortunately and incidentally loses his/her muse. this happens when writer who is not even a writer loses, perhaps, his/her pen. pen tries to tell him something (tired of his/her thing). so the pen speaks: - so from now on you shall not write. - why, the pen, why me, why me, why what when which?

- you don't even know how to speak. the pen repeats with pride and prejudice without even bothering to say the first time. - but i bought you, so you damned pen, come out and play. - no. says the pen with great dignity and honor which would only be suitable for a man of 50 years age 150 years ago. - what to do, what to do. i mumble to myself with a shy and out-of-control manner. - there is nothing you can do. shouts the damned pen. you are unwilling underneath, underneath all your outburst that causes you to make a fable out of me… - but you are not an animal - not necessarily it murmurs with an exhausted pride so now i am an 'it', eh? asks the pen with a rather clearly canadian accent. - what is with all this advertisement efforts? i ask - there is no such effort says the pen the businessman but still someone has to earn the money this ink does not come for free - shut up - i will when you stop using me - i am not using you! i exclaim with an increasing dramatic voice. - so you say. but you are nothing without me going all over the paper. - you like doing that, you are meant for that. - i can be meant for anything, and also just because i can do one thing it does not mean that i have to be limited to that duty, i have a will and a destiny. no destiny is fulfilled without the attendance of the destined. you are the rider of your destiny. if you are just following the road watching bystanders and the nice souvenir shops who is then driving this train. - you were on a horse, a car and a train in that sentence. - it does not matter, it is not the point. - oh yes you have a point, a ballpoint i guess. i said with a decreasing and teasing voice. - nice, now its time to make fun of me. he says. - i said "he" now are you happy? - yes, you recognizing me, is all that i am. i am nothing without your approval. approval is a river in egypt. - not its not, its the nile. - then its the creek near the sea where it ends and where a small town is settled with small but happy love stories and a leading character with a huge head. - no that is another creek, kimya dawson's creek, with a screeching voice and raw but sincere music all around it. - seems like you easily get carried away. and also isn’t it a little inappropriate? - ssh, i don't even know is it you or is it me now. said someone with a disturbed and confused tone.

... - ok then i take matters under control as the pen the conqueror. - whats with the three dotted silence? - you seem to ask lots of questions - so what, its not the knowledge that introduces the person, its the questions. what and how you ask gives you away. - oh so you are afraid of being given away. - thats you who should be afraid of being given away. i can always lend you anyone who asks - but you cant you cant do that, no one writes as well as me. - well, yeah, kind of.

Part Two : Inverse Poettery

all ears
hello, can you hear me? if you can please say something so i can feel what its like to be heard. even if you curse even if you are disturbed say something that would feel like being heard.

faq you
there is no right answer when you don't question anything herd of drugged smart animals what to do with their intelligence their only need is a better paying job they say. without realizing that .. people change, they change even faster now they change beyond repair every day every hour they change beyond the point that they could realize that its a bad change and irreversible. maybe that's what good for them maybe you shouldnt expect much from people maybe you should let go, live and die eventually, thats all what are you going to fight for anyway it is not the help you can give to ones that dont ask that dont need that dont know they need that dont need to know what are you planning to teach the ones that dont want to learn that dont want to listen that cant hear that dont even have an ear

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