“David Monahan…?” said the lady who was caring the files. “David Monahan?!” she said again in a louder tone after some seconds of waiting an answer.

“Yes, sorry I’m here…” he answered as he woke up of his day dreaming.

“ Great, you’re next. Mr. Volkogonov will be receiving you in a couple minutes. Do you have everything ready?”

“Erm… The custom form, blue and yellow slips answered, ID…” he listed.

“… and passport-sized recent photographs.” She completed with an approval tone.

“Yes, yes. “ He searched into one of his pockets taking out a small bag containing 4 photographs, two of them black and white, and other two in color. They both stood there crossing few uncomfortable sights and occasional smiles until she looked at her clock. Two minutes had passed and she said,

“Follow me.” They crossed the hall and they stopped at a mahogany door. The women knocked and a loud deep voice with a foreign accent was heard. “Come in.” David was scared as the young women opened the door and let him in. We was crap at it, he always fucked up job interviews.

To be very honest i'm kind of tired right now, you see I have to go and migrate with the rest of the others because they start to complain about something on the weather (which is just fine if you ask me). So i have to pack, I have to settle everything so I can leave for a couple of months perhaps, I'm not sure, last time it was very long.

Nothing really has happened in my life, just some apocalypses were stooped, wars were avoided, kids were saved from buildings on fire, you know, the usual stuff. Well the other day i caught some rainbow colored fish, it tried to talk me into not eating it, he mentioned something about one wish, but I ate it anyway, it was the best sushi pops prepared in a while.

Well, I'm also tired because today me and Mrs.Kite had to go to this forest to rescue an old tree from being killed, but then it was a mess because the green police came in and asked for our licenses, and again I suffered the discrimination of not being a primate. But at the end we send their minds to somewhere around nowhere, so we ended up saving the tree! Yeys for us. Oh, and we also saved a story from becoming just a written tale, we restored its life, that poor old family Buendia.

Oh! by the way, who ever lives neat the realm of letters and dreams should give me a call, we are making a little detour and we are staying there for a couple of days, we were planing to go to Neverland, but we thought it was too far, it wouldn't be so convenient. So yea, that's about it, I won't be around for a couple of months, but hey, they have internet in the letter realm!


[I still don't believe]
By: I'm the penguin

He took all this night pills, and went to bed. Samuel finally felt the weight of the 82 years he carried with him. He layed on his side and turned off the night lamp. Little by little, he began sleeping, he heard his slow, almost musical breath as he fell into a deep dream.
He didn't remember the last time he had dreamt, colors swifted trough his veins as he flew around a world he hadn't seen before. Then, suddenly he opened his eyes again and felt heavy, and slow... very slow... then slowly everything disapeared, every object, every sensation, one by one until nothing else was left.

Samuel had taken the wrong pills for the first time in his everyday pill-routine, and now, he wouldn't have the time to fix that mistake.

Ironically Mathew Mystery was a lot of things, among them a good teacher, a pleasant husband, a caring son and a very extravagant murderer, but never a mystery to anyone. Everyone knew him well and had a high opinion about him, with all the volunteer work and all the charity given. Above all things, people would have never expected Mathew to become such a mystery and to end up as he did.

But as every mystery story, it all started with a completely normal sunny morning around the street. Mathew was leaving for work, and taking out the trash, as he always did every morning, and then I started noticing the rare events. Don't misunderstand me, I'm not the kind of person who just sits at the porch staring at the neighbors waiting for them to do something interesting, I observe them even when they're not interesting, which is far less obnoxious.

Well, the weird events started when he took out two black bags, when normally he took just one out, unless he had a party or family came over, but none of that had happened, of that I'm sure. So, how could a young couple without any kids could produce more than one bag of trash? Many people started murmuring I was wacko and that I had lost it, but I knew young Mr. Mystery was up to something.

The next day I was ready to see him take out two black bags, but instead it was just one today, how could this be? Was it some extra trash they were producing that day? Or did they decided to make house cleaning and filled the second bag the day before? No, I was pretty sure they had made their spring clean last week, they even asked me to help, and I obviously didn't. But then what was it? Was Mathew now throwing the corpses in his own trash can? Had he became all that lazy to take them to the old dock and bury them next to the great eucalyptus? Because he had always been so clean and neat when it came to getting rid of the death bodies, so that possibility was clearly dismissed. The day Mathew Mystery started being untidy about something in his life, mystery or not, that day birds would fry themselves.

So I kept watching him, I stopped by their house many times in the following weeks, but as always they were both gone or just too busy in their bedroom, as they often were, at least I guessed so, given all the noise. So I started watching carefully Monica, probably she was different too, but as I observed her for weeks, it was quiet clear she wasn't. Good old Monica, probably she didn't even know her husband was up to something, perhaps she was too busy with that mistress of hers. And I don't say this to flame anyone, it is well known that Monica has an affair with other lady friend, even Mathew is fine about it.

Then it happened, three weeks and two days later Mathew was out again, with not one, or two black bags, but three! And he was very cynical about it, he just took them out, without any precautions, without even looking sideways in case someone besides me was watching. So I decided to stand up for once and going straight forward to ask him about it. I wasn't planing to wait for other three weeks for him to decide to be interesting again.

And as I approached he looked at me, perfectly knowing what was I up to, and the villain didn't even bothered to hurry inside his house! This was out of politically correct, even worse than that time when Gregor Sullivan actually answered the phone in one of my stalking phone calls.

"So, you making more trash huh?" I said, very determined to know the truth
"Hello to you too David" said cynically
"Don't play fool on me, you know I've been watching you" I stated, firm
"David, you've been watching me ever since I moved in, how is today any different?" asked arrogantly, and a very sad attempt to sound polite.
"I know you're up to something Mystery, and I will find out what that is" I said
"Well, you kind of stalk the entire neighborhood, why am I any different?" he asked, mocking me, as everyone else
"I'll get you Mathew"
"Not if i get you first" he said, while laughing in that sweetly annoying laugh of his
"Are you threatening to murder me?" I almost yelled
"Well, you know I try to keep a policy of no one near the area, but I can always make an exception David, I sure wouldn't mind making one for you" he said, in what i couldn't identify as sarcasm or an offer

I didn't answered, I just looked at him ruefully and cross the street, back at my usual observing chair. This was outrageous, not did he only avoided my questions, but he as well threatened to kill me. But despite of it all he was just as polite as he always was, probably he really wanted to hide this whatever-it-was he was hiding. Which made it far more interesting.

In the following weeks Mr. Mystery tried to keep a low profile, that or he just was following his silly routine, what ever it was, it was not fooling me. Then the day the delivery guy brought me the new binoculars I ordered, I decided to go to school and see if he was being anymore different there, probably he was, 9th graders are so thick they wouldn't notice if the man turned up being now a woman (which had happened to Mr. Simmons, now miss Sunshine). So I went in the bike, almost tripping with all the nuts in the streets, they were becoming a problem nowadays.

But when i looked by the window, to listen to his impossibly-more-boring class on black wholes and time travel, as always kids were just taking note and listening, without paying any attention. And after I followed him through the first five periods, he didn't do anything that could be considered out of the regular. I knew this because I had spied on him before, back when he had moved in, just to check if he wasn't some ill minded republican. So all was very normal, but I knew something would happen, which is why i spied every of his classes, until, in what I'm sure was a moment of weakness he threw an apple to the kid in front. Now, I know what you might think, it is very regular for any teacher to do this, but the weird part was that then he picked the apple form the floor and ate it, instead of moving on with the class, or throw more things to the dull students.

After I spilled this to some of the neighbors, they finally agreed that there was something weird with that, and that Mathew was actually acting weird lately, Sierra (the fat lady two houses down mine) said she had seen him at her dinner, just actually eating, instead of his habitual hunting for a next victim. But to my rage, they were worried about him, and they were even planning to throw him a surprise party. It was overwhelming that they couldn't notice Mathew Mystery was onto something very fishy.

The weeks after the apple incident were very good, I actually saw him take out three black bags one morning, and then driving his car slower than 40, which is forbidden in this part of town, and we all know how Mathew Mystery never breaks the law. But non of these events were of any help into finding what was he up to, it was actually distressing that I could just find prove that he was acting weird, but not the cause of it all. It was at least until the day I found him at the comic store three days ago.

I had never encountered anyone I knew before in the shop, but that wasn't odd because I just went there five to six times a week, anyone would be able to go on Sundays without me ever knowing about it. But this was really helpful because he was talking over the phone, and obviously I heard the conversation, at first I didn't got a thing, because they were only talking about shippings and sending packages. But then after a while of overhearing next to a shelf, I heard what I had been waiting to know all this time.

They were talking about dealing and transporting, and that his whole time, Mathew had been fabricating it in his kitchen without poor Monica ever knowing. Then he just left them in the trashcans, waited for someone to picked them up, and so the whole crime went on unnoticed, until my vigilant eye noticed it all. And since he was also consuming, he hadn't even noticed when he threw the apple to that kid, and he was too tired at nights to go on with his hobby. The mystery was solved!

So then I called you, and then I called the police, they quickly arrested him, and now he'll be locked in jail for over three days! that, or they'll just let him out in exchange for "special services", but the thing is that I caught him. Which just means no one can go just like that, committing a crime and expecting no one to notice!

Thanks Mister Knotgood, now, could you tell us how exactly did the police arrested Mr. Mystery?

Sure, well, after I called, they showed up in matter of seconds and there was already a patrol over his house, then they read him his rights and said he was being arrested for illegally fabricating and dealing candy in his own house, and that was about it.



By I'm the penguin

[If you ever read any of this LEAVE COMMENTS]
By: I'm the penguin

After some words, wasted words, there was a silence involving everyone at the table, each person turned one way or the other, looking distractedly to the roof, or anything that would release the tension now held. They had had something lovely for dinner, and it was this precisely, that seemed like an exit for Mrs. Atkinson, as she said,

“Lovely dinner.”

Yeah’s and Oh’s were said by everyone as the uncomfortable moment had passed and everyone stood up and made their way into the living room. This was the time when Mrs. Atkinson gave a ‘do something’ glance to Mr. Atkinson.

Mr. Atkinson approached slowly to his son, and sat by his side. “Joseph, I’m not sure you understand what you’ve just said.”

“I do dad, I’ve read about it”

“No you don’t… Did you see how everyone reacted when you…” he was interrupted

“But…”

“No ‘but’s’ Joseph… Don’t do that again. Don’t mention it again. I’ll explain you when you’re older, but for now, avoid that subject. Ok?!

“Ok dad…”

“And take off that hat!”

[ Mrs K i t e ]
don't ever listen the thought police

Wondered what would be if one could enter to a person's mind? Have you ever given thought of what universe of wonders, chaos and mysteries hold a mind? Haven't you ever wished you could take a little look into that amazing world that is so private, but yet so immense? Or have you ever day-dreamed about how would the world inside you look like, or perhaps what creatures of doom or dawn crawl and fly inside of it?

The universe is huge, and it is said that it may have no limits, but can we imagine it? can we imagine the infinity? Or is it infinity in our imagination? Can all this worlds be just a reflection of the world out there, or is the world a reflection of millions of canvases of 5 dimensions that lie in a reality of impossibilities? How do we know the so called reality is not just some fantasy of one of those fantastic worlds?

Is imagination so far from reality, or is reality beyond our imagination? Is a dream less real because it happened inside of your mind, than this moment of bizarre expectations which happens in the "reality"? Are ideas as real as dreams? Is it all just a NaK chemical process or is there a "soul" involved? How can we know it is not just all a well planned lie inside of a crazy dream?


How can YOU know any of this is real?


[I still don't exist]
By I'm the penguin

Once I wanted to be the greatest
No wind of waterfall could stall me
And then came the rush of the flood
Stars of night turned deep to dust

The Greatest.Cat Power

And what should we do when everyone has eloped and you’re still waving goodbye? … Shake off the star dust and get up…

According to philosophy, nature is the essence of something but with a special focus in the purpose, and perfection is achieved by following nature. As in an example, if a lion has the essence of a lion and does it purpose of surviving, by hunting and sheltering, then it is perfect. But what happens to humans if we always say there is no such thing as a defined purpose?

Well, philosophy then says that for humans to be perfect we must see into the core of our essence, that that can tell us a part from a black bird or a stapler, and according to philosophy and some other people, it is reasoning. The ultimate use of the reason is the choice, the decision, so we are perfect just by making decisions, or are we not?

Our behavior goes according to our moral and to our instincts, the moral is completely human, but is not always taken by decision, and that is when we enter into what is correct, some (Kant) would say that we should just do what we are supposed to. That is following the duty, acting upon universal laws and truths. That might sound convenient for a peaceful society, so where is the mistake? It is that we stop reasoning, we stop making choices and we just act based on universal truths, letting all the reasoning out.

So this is why it is such a burden to have this so called liberty, we have to be responsible for our actions, but we can't just follow the duty just because because then it's not freedom, it's just acting based on following steps, which is easier than reasoning each and every situation. So we are perfect because of our choices.

But not all choices involve being human, deciding which cereal are we going to have for breakfast is not really that human, we are just giving for granted that we decided to eat breakfast because it is "what must be done" from there we are already making a bad use of our liberty. Second, such thing its not that human, because it is based on a instinct, on the instincts of eating anyways, and that could have been easily made by the lion.

What I try to say here is, our human decisions are the ones that are not based on the instinct, on seeking pleasure that appeal to the senses. So we achieve such perfection by taking the decisions that are not lead by the instincts, such as to chose to go to school, but not to be forced, that could have been made by a chimp, the actual decision is human perfection.

But if we seek the ultimate perfection, the one that is not just philosophical perfection but, perfection per se, then what we seek is that decision that goes without any drop of primal instinct on it, one that even goes against it. One decision that would state that our liberty is beyond any instinct boundary. So, if the main primal instinct is to survive, which decision would reassure that we are beyond it?

That is the decision of death, and so by the previous arguments and reasons I could state that the decision of death, and the action of it, is actually the ultimate expression of human perfection. Because by choosing death we are going against any animal instinct on us, we are expressing in it's complete form out liberty. So this is why, taking the decision of death is the ultimate expression of human perfection. Suicide


[avoid being perfect, life is good]
By I'm the penguin

By no means this sub-essay tries to encourage the reader of taking any action in attempt to kill itself, it is just philosophical reasoning and thoughts from a mad author.

Seventy Five days sounds strange, although I think this bizarreness has been a constant within this journey of words and of thoughts, but above all, of experiences expressed through here. Words are allies; words are water, house, fortress, food and oxygen. It’s hard to say something about the future, but expect us here in Blackbird Fields. I’m still the baggin’ Mrs. Kite (goo goo goo job) challenging the world with this yesterday’s crazy old penguin.


[Mrs. K i t e ]

The wind was great, it blew in their faces, fresh as the calm after the storm. The Sun was up and bright, there was not a single cloud in the sky, the trees rocked with the cool breeze, the leaves danced in swirls, and the grass was greener than ever.

They had just parked the car in the middle of the way as they came out of that old Malibu, with bags and baskets, smiling and laughing, Todd and Henry Owen were just to sit under some tree when they noticed a bee hive, quiet deathly for young Todd, so they moved to the next big oak.

"It is sunnier than ever dad! Look, there aren't even clouds in the sky! Are you sure it doesn't needs fixing?" asked the toddler

"Of course not, it's perfect the way it is, in fact it is better this way, and you have never seen this kind of Sun because we don't come to California that often" said Henry, looking at the beautiful sky

Then they proceeded to set the basket, put the tablecloth, and take out the sloppy sandwiches Henry had prepared five minutes before leaving, and took out some sort of odd mixture that according to Mrs.Owen was chocolate pudding. Then they just laid there, watching the sky and feeling the mountain breeze in their faces.

"Did you brought your kite, Mr.Todd?" asked the grown up

"Yup, i put some stickers on it, so the clouds could check' em out, but I guess only the sun will see them" said Todd, looking at the cloudless sky

And so he took out his red kite, filled with plasters of shiny stickers, and for some weird reason, the kite didn't seem to fly.

"It's broken! How will I fix it?" said the irritated kid

"Well, maybe taking off some of those sticky thingies could help, just maybe..." said the father, looking at the blankly at the horizon.

"I don't think so, but I might as well try it" said the child as he took off every dinosaur, fish, Pegasus and car off the kite.

Then, as if Henry had made some sort of magic spell, the kite flew just by taking off a little few ounces of the kite. So father and son stood looking at the kite, with the same expression of blankness, as if what they were looking was light years of distance from that silly red kite. Then after a two hours, twenty-three minutes and approximately twenty-seven seconds, someone got bored and the kite was put away.

"Will mum and Gix come here too?" asked Todd as he took a bite at the mustard and double jam

"No, I think they don't come to California to enjoy the Sun, more like the shopping I believe" said thoughtfully as he threw away a triple tomato that had made its way to the basket.

"Well, what do you want to do now Toddster?"asked the father a few moments later, quiet worried that the child would ask anything with running, he hated running.

"What about climbing that tree over there?" said the blond kid, pointing at a distant enormous laurel.

"I guess we could..." sighed Henry

After a couple of minutes of packing everything on the basket again, and walking to the great tree, they were there, contemplating that huge old tree. Their amazement was interrupted with a tweet that came from low. At first they thought it was some bird in the tree, but after a few minutes of listening the desperate tweet Todd found the source, it was a bird, not the kind aunt Georgina had in a cage, but this one was black and big.

"Why is he not in the sky daddy?" asked the boy

"I would say it is because he is not flying, but I'm just guessing there" said the sympathetic parent

And as expected, the boy didn't understood a thing and he approached the bird, careful not to scare it away, it looked like he was really nervous and had a twisted wing. Todd walked towards it when Henry interrupted him

"Hey, wait, those can hurt you, you ever know when it will just stand up and peck your eye out" said the concerned adult

"What?" muttered the frightened kid

"Meh, forget it, grab the bird, probably it could use some help, be careful though" said the father as he approached as well

Then with a klutzy move, the seven year old leaned towards the bird who now tweeted furiously and as it could moved away of the kid, in the second try Todd just made the black bird angry, as it started to groan angrily. Then Henry stepped in and took Todd a little farther from the bird. Then himself leaned carefully and stealthily as only he knew how to and grabbed the bird.

"Look, the bird has a broken wing I believe" said Henry, in a sarcastic obvious tone he knew Todd wouldn't get

"I know! Perhaps that is why he wasn't flying right dad?" hypothesized the eager child

"Right..., I think we should do something about him, erm... probably massage the wing?" said Todd's father, almost to himself

"Can I touch it?" asked the enthusiastic kid

"I'm not sure, eh... what harm can it do?" answered the father, trying to think what would Lauren say about it

Then Henry leaned a little so Todd could touch the bird, and with some dorky touches, the boy startled the bird and both got scared, the second try went better with this affair, because he was gentler and softly touched the black bird.

"Do you want to hold it?" asked the father, seeing the bright on the eyes of his son

"Sure!" answered instantaneously

So, carefully, not letting the bird move, he put it at the level of the boy's spread arms and carefully placed it and with a gently swift, he took away his arms, leaving the bird completely in the arms of the little one. It was quiet a magical moment, at least for Henry, he knew he would remember it until the last of his breaths, that or until a newer memory took its place.

"I think I should say something..." said Henry

"Huh?" asked the confused child

"Yea, I mean, in this meaningful moments parents tell their kids something wise they'll remember their whole lives, I just can't come up with something..." confessed his father

"Well, they always talk about telling the truth to the grownups in the TV" said the kid, still confused

"Urm, right, I guess, that we should take care of the bird because it symbolizes our freedom you see? It was fallen and wing broken, as when we feel... imprisoned, or that we can't make a choice, yea this stuff is good" he paused, giving some sort of order to the lecture that was to come "and, we need to take a while to heal it, to get back in its way, we can't make it hurry too much or it will be hurt again, and we can't take too long or it won't take it's course again, do you understand what I'm saying?" asked the epiphanized parent

"I guess, yea" said Todd, understanding more than he gave himself credit for

"Well, and so you shall let it free when you think he is better, and just then will it fly again with the might and elegance it did, back into the skies of blue and winds of cool, o yea, and tell the truth always to your mother and me" said the satisfied parent

"I will" said Todd, answering to both questions, or perhaps just one, or who knows, maybe none

So they stood there, under the great laurel, contemplating the mountains and the descending Sun, all in peace, all in calm, just the right moment and Todd extended his arms, letting the bird fall at first, then it swung its wings and took off, slowly, silently, announcing the twilight.

"Todd.." said his father

"Yes?"

"Well, when I was little, we didn't have as much games as you do now, we had fun with sticks and stones and it was wonderful. The point is that one day, I was tired of the old long stick and I asked my father for a toy, and instead of yelling at me, he for once, looked at me and gave me a speech about how his first toy had been a set of marvels. To be honest, i didn't put much attention to him as I bet you are doing right now, but I appreciated when he gave me his old set of marvels, and i played with them and was very happy. " then he paused "Of course i was terrible at it, so I kind of lost them playing and my father got angry at me, put i kept one, a red one" he said, pulling out a red ball from his pocket

"Wow" said Todd, looking at the antique red ball in front of him

"I kept it all this years, to remember one of the only kind acts i remember my sober father doing, and now I want to pass it on to you in this day that I think was kind of special" said now sensible Henry

"Thanks dad!" yelled the excited boy, throwing himself at his dad, hugging him tightly

Then the boy took the marvel and but it in his pocket, where it would be for many many years, always near where his nervous hand could hold it, holding to the memory of that day.



By I'm the penguin

Your smile was inexplicable, as if you where laughing at a joke you didn’t quite understand, or as you smiled in the old days when you got stunned. Of course, now you weren’t stunned now, but I can’t say how you where, it was difficult for me even after all this years of knowing you. Sometimes I felt we where complete strangers who knew each other very well.

I decided not to ask about your current condition, since I wasn’t sure I wanted an answer, I mean, I did, I’m naturally a curious person, but I was just to afraid of asking, which I usually wasn’t. So this was clearly different.

Then you said something, something I expected to give me an insight to your mind, a clue of your thoughts, but all this was vanished as I heard a cold phrasing:

“Are we having chicken today?”

“No, we’re having stake.”

“All right then, I’ll get a Bordeaux.”

You left the room and returned some minutes later, with a completely different look and therefore smile. I’d lost it. I’d lost my chance to know what was going on, but you’ve been different for the past days so I expected to find out later.

We had a lovely dinner, you chatted as always, about work, and other things we used to chat.

“Great, great, stake.” You said as you cleaned your chin with the blue napkin we had bought in our trip to Auvergne. We picked up the table, and we went to bed. Each of us took the a book, but I couldn’t read, all I could think about was that smile, that smile that worried me, intrigued me as if I was about to lose you.

[Mrs K i t e ]
and today, it goes in memoir of my father's aging, and my grandma's life.

“What was all that about Kaylin?” asked George

“About what? The owl, well we’ve been through this many times, but it was just an old owl carrying a ferret” answered the sleepy girl

“I mean with the weirdo that now knows where we live” said George

“Well, you seemed a little more graceful when he showed us the way when it started raining” said Kaylin

“We could have found our ways anyway, I mean, we have been though this roads many times before haven’t we? Plus, you didn't need to be extra friendly with that guy out there” said George

“I was just being nice, he came to see what was wrong, it was the right thing to do” said the girl

“Since when do you do the right thing to do?! And you are not nice to anyone!” said the boy

“I am a very nice person excuse me, the fact that you annoy me so much is a very different thing, how long could a real “nice” person stand your stupid ring tricks anyway?” said Kaylin, not being nice.

“Well… thanks” said the hurt boy as he came out of the room in a rush, slamming the door

“Hey! Don’t slam doors!” was heard by a low voice in the next room

Then George went to his room, angry about how stupid his cousin was and angry at their entire trust to some weird guy who appeared in the woods, when he could have easily been some burglar or something. But all and all, he was more pissed about the house thing, that despite all of their efforts nothing had happened, and that apparently the only interesting thing of all summer had been just a complete loose of time.

Kaylin in the other hand was rather happy, happy at the fact that his little cousin would no longer insist on going to that creepy house any longer, even if herself regretted a little that the whole thing was just in vain, but she was also happy because she still had left 3 more weeks in France for herself, probably she would be able to go to Paris, being so near. Or maybe she was hoping to get lost in the woods so she could see that black vested guy again, but it was all blurry when she went to sleep, as well as the rest of the Fourniers.

****

Julliet 9

Today was fantastique! I went with my cousins older, and it was très très joyful. We went to le forest, and there weren’t any fées and no magical birds to be found. It was rather boring at that point, but then j’ai trouvé a very strange house in the middle of le forest. It was très big et mysterious, then Georgie got me to read some bizarre words in an old paper, it was fun when we all started singing them, but then the vent came, and it was uncomfortable, and then some old chouette scared me for real! It was carrying a poor little furet, j’espere que the little furet escaped.

But then like a hero, some bizarre garçon appeared out of nowhere and came to my rescue, of course it was très tard because the chouette was already gone, but he still came, he was really bizarre, but handsome, he was wearing amusing cloths and spoke in a foreign accent, both English and français. He then offered to guide us through le forest, because obviously Georgi and Kays had no idea of where they were going, in the way there we made so much detours, I started believing we would get lost. Well, then this guy named Aishe, who is also Stephen, but that sound just very English, lead us to the corner of le forest. In the way he asked us about where were we, he evidently noticed that I’m 100% française, he then made a bunch of questions to my cousins, I think out of true politeness, which Kaylin eagerly answered, Georgie was a little distracted I believe, the point is that then we got close to home, and the guy just went away très vit, saying at last something about seeing us later perhaps, he spoke really odd, but he was en effet, très charmant.

Sincèrement Victorie

By I'm the penguin

we’re flying, we’re dreaming, we’re falling, we’re bleeding.

it's aching, it’s turning, it’s comming, it’s cozy

I don’t think he knew we was dying, not at that time anyways. The doctors had been in 10 minutes ago, and he was still with that same naïve smile. So I held his hand, and he told me hopeful words that couldn’t have been of a nearly-dead person. We talked about usual things, my mother, our niece, and the weather. I mentioned the roof had a leak, and he promised to fix it as soon as he was out of the hospital. It had started raining, and I went for a coffee at the hall’s machine. Took out 3 quarters and a nickel to get a mocha-latte. The steam from the cup blurred my glasses, I entered back into the room, and a movie was on. I got into the bed, by his side. I leaned my head on his chest, as I heard his weak heart pump.

[Mrs K i t e ]

"Listen, there is nothing you can't do that can't be done" said Lucy

"Is just that he needs help!, not just anybody, he needs a little help from his friends and that's us" answered Desmond, in grief

"That is I think I disagree" she said, surely with some sort of big lecture coming after

"Save the words, now he needs a place to hide away, not some nagy friend" Desmond now stood up, confronting the girl.

"Life goes on, all his trouble seemed so far away no they're here to stay, and we can't go and solve everything with a magic wand, he's feeling down, he just needs some support" Lucy said as she rose her voice

"That's your problem, you never needed any body's help in any way, and you think everyone is like that, well Lucy, I'm sorry to disappoint you, but Paul needs our help" Lucy heard

"Let me tell you that every now and then I feel insecure, I do need help, but I believe Paul can pretty much deal with this, what he did is nothing to get hung about, he just needs our support, not us busting in" almost yelled Lucy

"Probably you are right, but I still think we should go in there and see what is going on" anxiously said Desmond

"There is nothing you can know that isn't known, they're probably still going trough the files or something" said calmed Lucy

"I long for yesterday" sighed Desmond

"I know, but now it is today, but there is nowhere you can be that isn't where you're meant to be, believe me" answered Lucy, trying to calm him down




By I'm the penguin

The heart an office where "Mr. No One" wins in chess and the fortune-tellers guess, and they ask for money, imagine that. We will be your umbilical cord, your confessional, your ointment.The epidemics were the day before yesterday, and the wrinkles are made of play-doh. So come when you get tired of growing up and the dreams are coming late. J.Sabina

Not done yet, not sure where I am though, there’s still things to do, things to say, things to write and to sing and to shout.

Come here, when you’re tired of growing up, it’s the place where you want to be when there’s nowhere else to go.

Keep it unreal, keep it strange, keep it crazy, keep it mad!

[Mrs K i t e ]

I believe that war is not a solution, and I don't think that loving the brother and dressing in colors is the answer. What we don't need is more missiles, bombs and automatic guns. What we have to stop... avoiding the obvious the education, it is the main thing we need to solve, it is an increasing problem that needs fixing, and it is the lack of of values that are being thought to our kids, they need help and harmony, no more drugs and violence in the classrooms, we need to have kids that can become leaders of peace to avoid all the upcoming wars. We need teachers that give them more of learning to listen and reason and not so much lessons about the problems, but about how to solve them.

Education is not something we should get out of the important things that must be done in order to secure a better future for the entire humanity, because if we teach our children to be more conscious of others and more sensitive to the humanity and the world itself, they won't just be great people, they will be great leaders who will make us, humans survive


[strong believer of the 6th sense]
By I'm the penguin

There were some footsteps approaching to the door, then some keys, then the knob turning, and then he opened the door.

“Where have you been!” said David, “I’ve been waiting like crazy, you’re not answering your phone, and dinner is cold.”

“Dinner David? That’s Mac&Cheesse.”

“Dinner Mark… where have you been?”

“Please don’t ask me that.” Said Mark, as his face suddenly change showing sadness.

“Mark, are you alright?”

“Not really.”

“And you don’t want to talk about it?”

“Not really”

“Sorry.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll be better tomorrow.”

“Some Mac&Cheesse then?”

“Yes, please.”

After they where done, Mark headed to his room, where he took his phone and called Rebecca. She did not answer, maybe there was nothing left to do, he thought and he went to sleep.

We woke up at 3:00am, he went to the kitchen, opened the fridge and took a beer. He turned on the living room’s TV and there was this infomercial about vacuum cleaners. Then David came out of his room and did exactly the same.

15 minutes later, Mark got back into his room…

April 14

When something ends, it’s the beginning of a whole new thing, so they say. Truth is, I couldn’t see it that way, not then anyways. This ending had been, lets say, different. I’ve ended lots of things in my life before. A drawing, a chat, a letter, a story… But never something like this, something that really made want to go back, and stay there. Never to move. I found myself suspended in this chaos of ideas, of memories.

What scared me the most wasn’t the ending by it self, neither the so called beginning, but in this specific situation, the uncertainty of the no beginning, there was a chance this was it, just like dying, when there’s nothing after, or at least, if there is, you know nothing about it. It was this precise uncertainty that kept me in a perpetual state of shock (understating perpetual as some days, of course, or maybe months).

Mark Denio

[Mrs. K i t e ]

once again...

"Is this the right way?" she asked while loosing herself in a huge map

"Can anyone know the right way?" he answered, looking blankly to the window

"Don't get all philosophical with me ok? Do you think we should take the next turn?"

"I believe you should do the turn where you think is right to, it's your car, your call, but be conscious we can't go back to give another turn"

"Are you always this inconclusive? You are a guy aren't you, guys are supposed to be good with all these maps and stuff, please help me!" she angrily cried as the moved the gigantic map

"Sure, let me see it" he said and he took the map"Well, I think you are not that lost, you just didn't noticed this turn took you here, see?" he said, while pointing to a spot in the middle of nowhere "You are not there, you are here"

"Great! Now i know where I'm lost!" she muttered as she took back the map

"Well, I wouldn't say lost, the engine is still working and since you know where you are, you can now know how to get back to the way you wanted" he calmly stated

"Why do you keep saying "you" it's both of us in the car you know?" she desperately said to him

"Just, turn on the car, and start driving, right now even a hunch would be fine to make the decision on which way" he said, still calmed as a glass of iced water.

"A hunch? are you crazy, do you have some kind of mental retardation? We are int eh middle of the road, I can't go by hunches" she hysterically yelled

"I don't see the problem, you are not moving anyways, so what's the difference" he asked, while looking blankly at something far far away

"The difference, is that if I go by a hunch and not a well made plan I might end up God knows where" she said, as if talking about the obviousness of why do things fall

"And where exactly are you right now?" he asked, not moving his eyes from that thing maybe not even in this earth.

And so she started the engine while rolling her eyes and muttering something about "stupid hippie"-ishness

Then she skipped the turn to the left, and the next to the right, and the next, and the next.

"You have to take a route sometime you know? If you wish to make it in time"

"I know! But i'm just afraid I will make the wrong turn and to get lost for good" she said anxiously

"Look, this roads are not one way, there is not only way to get there, if you take a wrong turn, you can always follow another way to the original path" he said, now looking at her eyes very intensely

"I guess" And so she kept driving




By I'm the penguin

There was a death-silence in the room so I rolled over in the bed and pressed play. A swirl of thoughts entered my head. And I started moving my head back and forth as if I wanted to do something to my neck. Then with a deep emotion I looked at the roof and saw the old paint which is already falling, my legs started moving in also a repetitive way and then I closed my eyes as I also moved my back a little and my head kept stroking with each slow beat. Suddenly some other strange heavy air filled my lungs as I felt a sudden change of climate and I found myself in the rain, feeling it strike my head, my face, my shoulders. And I slowly stood up and walked through the alley which was full of people but I didn’t really cared and I kept ignoring as I made my way into the place I had never been to, but I knew so well.

In case you were intrested all this while listening Misery is a Butterfly by Blonde Redhead

[ Mrs. K i t e ]

"I really need to go back to study" I said, while covering my ears
"It will be of no help, you can still hear us" he said
"Yea, It's not like we're going away" said the other
"We really need to talk about this" said the third one
"No, no there is nothing to talk about, there is just this final trig test I have tomorrow and you're not helping" I said, quite bothered
"The kid is right, it's not so urgent" said another
"Not so urgent?! We have been trying to talk about this for months"
"I personally don't care, let him go on with his study"
"Of coarse you don't care, you never do"
"Let's not get into another fight alright? James, we really need to talk about this"
"I already told you, I have no wish to do it, I, unlike you, have to study" I said
"Hey we worry about that too, we just believe this is far more important"
"I have already said what I think about this haven't I?"
"Yes, you made your point clear, but the solution we all aim for dosn't include dying any time soon"
"Could you please leave me alone for a second?" I plead, they were already arguing among them, lost case i though
"We just want to work this out"
"Let the boy study, the trig test is tomorrow!"
"But tomorrow it will be another thing, and then another"
"Perhaps if we give him some time..."
"No time, he has had enough time, far more than enough"
"Maybe he should just cut his wrists, i've heard it helps"
"You shut up, and the rest of you just take it easy, if we wait enough maybe it will go away"
"That won't fix anything, we need a solution, it is not only his problem you know..."
"I've grown tired of you, please just go, we'll talk about this later" I said, now i was frustrated
"And, if he is the problem, what if he is just delaying this as a set up? what if he is the main source fo it all?"
"Well let's not jump into conclusions here, ok? Its just some minor issue we can fix later, and if it is that bad, then sooner or later there will be a crack, and we'll all have the chance to talk"
"You go back to your carnival, ok? What he needs is some discipline, he's been making all the choices for quiet a while, I say we ditch him"
"Impossible"
"Its simple, let's just start it ok? what will we do about it?And no, death is not an option"
"I was just saying, he does look like he could take a break...from life"
"Well, I think that it could work if we all just..." he was interrupted, finally.


"What is it with all the speaking James? You on the phone?" asked Rosaline

"Erm... nope, just here, alone, studying for some final test for tomorrow" we said all at once



By I'm the penguin

This is the story of the story that spilled, some other writing exercise, bold words are those which I heard in today's mind/music playlist, and all this turned of to be the story that spilled. Spilled ideas, and states of mind from this flying kite. Read it straight, upside down word by word, you might be able to spill some ideas of your own.

World is strange. I remember the tree nights when you took misery to a holyday and slowly thought of a private place to go before the devil played with us and took us straight and forever to stay tenderly inside that book. I even love the face of the friendly people you know. Today was it, time to quit my job because I suppose I deserve a sign that shows my eyes how to smile without the need of pain, nothing better than a friend to come along and expect it. I keep misreading the rent bills and biting my lips, the sky fell and broke the flowers, they tried to jump into the air but they couldn’t make it. Yesterday the wet street made a bike trip and fall though the world. So I decided to begin this story before I sing everything how it goes. My moon! Follow me to the next whiskey bar you find and certainly, we must not die today.

[ Mrs. K i t e ]
I have a soul... or I had...

"I'm still worried" you whispered, with a voice that was so familiar and felt like a bucket of iced water every time I heard it.

"Will, you can't just go on like this, the war is happening, we can't just stay home and cry" I told you, I knew they weren't the best words I could've said, but I hate it when I have to be the strong one.

"You more than anyone knows how much i'm into this, but what do you expect? for me to just wait until the next battle, and see who dies? What if it was me who died next time? What would you do?" you said furiously, I remained silent, the sole idea of being away from you crushed my thorax, pressed my longs and killed my heart, it was the most intolerable feeling, but yet I said nothing

"I know it's been hard, but I just can't cope any longer with leading this people to their possible deads, to just come back home and wait for the next battle, the enemy will grow powerful soon, I don't know for how long our futile resistance will last"You then said, tears building inside your eye.

"You know I'm here Will, but please don't ask me to try to let you go on with your depression, I can't stand it, and it is not the moaning and the sobbing, or the ranting and the complaining, I can deal with that, what I can't deal with is the idea of you being unhappy and drowning in sadness" I said desperately trying to make you feel better, and it worked, but being better than dead is still being dead inside.

"I just wished this would end, and we could just go back to the daily jobs, children going back to school, but these times are darker than ever" you said, then you sighed and went to bed with your eyes closed

"You do know I love you right?" I asked, with some sarcasm on it, even in regard of the situation

"Yes Sam, I know you do, which is why my fear of dying exists, who cares about living in a world of imprison, I go out there and live because of you." you say, with those dreamy eyes that made me sick but yet I loved.

"Yeah, well lets not get too corny, pumpkin, lets just focus on living until Friday" i said, when indeed I wanted to say that i was scared to dead, that your worries were nothing compared to what i felt everyday not knowing if you were coming back or lying dead in the streets

"Yea, and maybe we can catch a movie or something, you know, after freeing the theaters from that scum, and probably saving the whole country too" You said, recovering that hint of humor left in you, while smiling and holding me. These are the moments we both lived for, these moments of peace with each other during this time of death and suffering.


By I'm the Penguin

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                         
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                   
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                   
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                    
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                   
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                   
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                   
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                   
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                   
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                   
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                   
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                   
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                   
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                   
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                   
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                   
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                   
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