Three In One (Part Two) (A Poem, A Fiction Story, and An Essay/Non-fiction Piece In One Post)

  A Few Years Ago, I complied a small manuscript of a unique combination of Fiction And Non-Fiction together. I didn't have the funds then to publish the book (which was accepted by TWO publishers). This post is another attempt to replicate a similar combination, in an attempt to encourage and empower someone in a unique way. Thank you again for the your support.

Could I Write On The Fly? (A Rhyming Poem)

Could I write on the fly? 

God knows that I will try, 

writing in the running, 

with both barrels gunning, 

where I am writing again, 

to find a better place from where we've been. 

     Twenty Minutes (An Older Fiction Story I Wrote)

  "Every second counts.", someone once said to him. He was thinking heavily on this now. Reflecting again on it all: twenty minutes that changed everything.

         It wouldn't be long, his drive to work. This day however, went on forever (or so it seemed). There were no breakfast items, so he had to stop on the way. The drive-through line continued on for what appeared to be a block. He had to hunt for change when he got up there. He even had to wait on his food to be made! Suddenly those twenty minutes to work became forty, then sixty. He got his breakfast order and headed to work thinking of what to say to his boss for being late. When he arrived, the business was on fire! The entire place was evacuated, flames ate the building greedily, and he couldn't even reach the now towering inferno of his work.

         When he made it to his co-workers and his boss he found out everyone was o.k., that he had the day off, and that it all started twenty minutes before his scheduled time to work. "Every second counts.", he remembered, amazed at all that had happened then.

                    Less Is More (Non-Fiction)

         

             A kid at heart. A child-like spirit. Say what you will of me, but there's something truly creative and profound in these animated movies....or maybe I just enjoy cartoons far too much for an adult, I don't know. Yet, in it all, something else emerged as well, a lost art, buried deep within these supposed "cartoons": the silent movie.

              

             It wasn't known at first, second, or even third viewings of these tales adapted to "the big screen", yet it was there, this powerful expression: speaking silently yet ever so loud within certain movies(for it wasn't in all of them). Messages and words. Scenes that convey powerful truths through their quiet atmospheres, mediums if you will. 

          

               Formerly in black and white, these actors and actresses told these silent tales, years ago, in an old world, often on an old stage. Now, they are spoken through the lifeless: animation that is brought to life, given to a purpose. It wasn't something I was aware of immediately: that this form of expression is back, nor that I would enjoy it more than I thought I would. 

                

               Stories of many kinds; characters too. Now given to color, to a new "stage". Here they inspire me. Help me be human, be better. They speak (without ever saying a word) to my soul's desire to hope again, create work that challenges again, sets fire to the once dead embers of my fading dreams: to leave this collective humanity just a little bit better somehow. In this I am grateful I didn't miss the message expressed by all these newly remodeled silent movies: that less is more, it truly is.

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