excerpt from vignette, Walking Catholic (down the street):
I feel slowly easing back into the melancholia of reality though: outcast, loser, beat and alone. At times I'd pray for something to happen; gripping the crucifix around my neck I'd recite the our father and proceed to plead with our lord for an end, a beginning or anything. Reading calmed me down and always got to me to forget all that pissed me the hell off throughout the day: a hobo begging for change, ignored by all the upper classes, seen as sub-human and left to die one faithful day in their minds, young boys jumping some unsuspecting kid for whatever he held that they coveted and lusted for – money, a fake gold chain or just the motherfucked pleasure of destroying a fellow human being, girls treated like subservient whores rather than the good women they could be – they always stay with the source of their malevolent lives. My mind wanderers, very much as I do through out my living, breathing life, and always attracts the banes of my existence. As I see that it begins to rain, our lord either crying over his children or pissing all over them, he either cared or he didn't, my father walks into my room with fire in his eyes and the Communist Manifesto in his hand, and a golden crucifix with our lord, hanging from his neck.
“What's this? Why do you have this?”
-Inspiration: I am latino, a mother from guatemala and a father from ecuador, i was raised Catholic and grew up a cross the street from a church. I used to go to church with my father every sunday, but stopped a while ago. My father and mother both thought that i didn't believe anymore, but the fact was that i was too tired from hanging out or just staying up all night long. I did obtain an interest in communism and began to reject my catholic upbringing, I labeled myself an atheist. The vignette is based on a fight, that was actually a lot more heated and was tamed in the story for its own sake.
-there were not any writers i had in mind, while writing this, if i had to name some it would probably be bukowski and hemmingway
-revision: whatever feedback i get i'll consider and see if it'll work, but i'll probably add more or take out some
-i have written short stories before but never a vignette as its own piece, i did write a story consisting of vignettes, but this was harder in the sense that more has to be said in a small amount as oppose to a story structured as a set of vignettes, where you can have room to carry an idea into a other vignette, but i do enjoy writing vignettes. this is one of the first times i've sat down a written non-fiction, i tried to keep a journal but didn't keep up with posts, also had a dream journal, but neglected to even record my dreams, which i usually used as sources of inspiration for poetry and prose writing.
-writing process: i wrote the piece by long hand, i don't feel comfortable nor in control when i write creative works on a keyboard; i feel that my mind is going faster than my hands can find the right letter key and type, by hand i feel i can catch every word as it comes to me.
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