  Two pairs of steps on the beach. The rejections never stop. On the edge of darkness. Le modèle. New soul. Pink shadow. Telescope. Stay Afloat. Dear, You Were Right. Unwanted. Borrowed memory. Scherzando. Nightmare poem. Effortless melody. A Cauldron of Boiled Future. Two years of war in Ukraine... 731 day of war/ 2 years. Under the Hood. Wandering Soul. Walnut. I tossed old photos. The Apple Could Fall Far. Flash Fiction №60. Poem for kids - 3(27). Wrecking Weather. Chalkboard poetry-4(36). Poésie en langue française-3(15). Poem for kids - 2(26). Proper things in improper timing. Chalkboard poetry-3(35). Poésie en langue française-2(14). While the hockey puck flies. Chalkboard poetry-2(34). Steps in the garden. Dragon, how to draw what doesn't exist. Poem for kids - 1(25). Poésie en langue française-1(13). Chalkboard poetry- 1 (33). Samurai's Kakizome. 1 story, 4 languages. Kakizome. Two pairs of steps on the beach. 19.04.2024 Flash fiction, first time published at www.writerscafe.org https://www.writerscafe.org/writing/KateAKS/2886010/ Two pairs of steps on the beach - You were right, as always. Perfect weather to be outside. - I told you. - Not only for you, but for me also. I need some fresh air. - And some sun. - I know, that I need sun. I am pale as a tourist on the first day of vacation. - Look around. - I couldn’t be as excited as you are. - All is in your mindset. - Sometimes I want to be as happy as you to spam letters. - Postman it’s another level of interaction. - I am always bad at social communication. - Just say hi. - What if the delivery guy is not ready to talk? - How do you know if you never tried? - Could I remind you that being just friendly could be too much for people? - I try to make the day better, they would do all to make it worse. - Sorry, I didn’t plan to start complaining. The sun is shining, ocean is noisy. It’s perfect. - You say it to calm me down. - I say it to myself. - Not all the time I invent our conversations. I try to be authentic. At least with you. Catch a ball! The waves licked from the wet beach tracks of two pairs of steps of a dog, holding a ball in his mouth. And steps of the dog’s human continued their quiet walk near the noisy ocean. April, 2024 15.04.2024 New flash fiction. It didn't participate in any competitions but someone could say that there I found my inspiration. No comments. The rejections never stop.pdf 14.04.2024 For now electricity is back. Continue digging in the past writing. This script draft still is most painful for me - last writing before war. Last revision was made 21.02.2022 in 3 days started war which didn't finished for today. There are few first pages, didn't publish them, probaly some day return to check what else should be revisioned. Planned to publish it on St.Valentines day at 2022, didn't manage on time. Cupid is dead.doc * 10.04.2024 Flashback is last word of movie script draft's excerpt from 2020 year which I publish today. I have a lot of texts which weren't revised properly and didn't publish at the whole. I don't think that is best idea to publish them all now. Just to remind that they exists and I wrote them. Honourable Donovan.doc * 3.04.2024 It would be reasonable to add before, but I was too emotional at the moment of publication. So today I added audio version of "Frère Jacques" to the short story "Effortless melody" (my performance, take it easy). Frère Jacques.aac 30.03.2024 Man of pieces:  First published at Sketch a Day. 30.03.2024 If one day I will be totally demotivated with my writing and I will decide to change my profession... Most predictably it will be a yoga teacher after 300-hour course to make videos in some lovely place. Somewhere sunny, somewhere near the swimming pool and with a chance to advertise sports clothes. Till that time I publish one more rejected story. I think it "that's it" explanation of perceiving creative work of others. "There are many reasons a story is not accepted, most of which are subjective in nature. " Short story my science fiction.  On the edge of darkness.pdf 29.03.2024 The idea was simple. To refocus my brain and just make one more lesson in French. As a result I wrote "micro", and used there few lines from the lesson. Who is curious which one, they are underlined in doc file. Le modèle. - Je peux entrer ? - Où étais-tu ? - Je suis en retard ? - Je t'ai attendu des heures. - Je ne pense pas que ce travail soit si urgent. - Enlève ta chemise. - Nous sommes-nous rencontrés auparavant ? - Cela n'a pas d'importance. D'accord. Enlève ta chemise. - Que se passe-t-il ? - Ma course d'art. - Ta course d'art. - J'ai besoin d'un modèle. Maintenant. - Je peux t'aider. - Oui. - Que dira ton professeur ? - Je ne sais pas... - Très bien. Maintenant silence ! - Pourquoi ? - Je suis professeur. - Tu le diras aux autres ? - Les modèles ne parlent pas. Le modèle.doc 25.03.2024 Not always have enough time to check my e-mails. Today I found one more refusal, it was a few days ago. Publish when find out. Entry for The Alpine Fellowship, theme was language. New soul Collection of letters in another font. What is more simple and usual than this? A place to reinvent me, a place to create me, different. Forget about the past, not think about the near future. With letters not connected to my blood Create an unfamiliar life, not a better Just another. To hide, to find the current shape. To give a chance to unknown beginning To start a road to untouched stories. And words foreign at first taste Became a fresh base for the broken soul. To choose a language, accept regenerated faith. And read and whisper in a sound Which became your reborn voice. I found a language for my soul My body resonates with it and cries In hope of reinventing the breathing. 15.01.2024 23.03.2024 A drop of my art, first published at Sketch a Day. Black and White Queen. Inspired by an image that saw on-line.  23.03.2024 Warning, this poem was about abstract painting. It was refused for publication, so I won't mention art about which it was. On the other hand, poetry allowed to be strange in general. It could be read as my not usual writing. * Pink shadow. Why shadow should be dark? It could be pink or bright. Much better pink for the background. Figure closed from the outside word Cocooned in own thoughts. Snippets of words which Display what should be hidden. To move forward To remodel yourself. To recognize in others Own fears And be unique, as all. To choose the color For your shadow And make it stick. 21.01.2024 19.03.2024 As a person who had no idea what is the comfort zone since 24 February 2022, I still try to do something new. Today it was showing my drawing to the wider public. Here we have one sentence story, first published at Sketch a Day: Telescope Some nights moon also looks at the stars.  15.03.2024 Today I publish one more rejected flash fiction: Stay Afloat. – You will make it. – She smiled approvingly. – I can't. We both know it's out of my facilities. – In his eyes was pain. – Just breathe, fine. – I feel convulsions. Look at the time! – His fingers became pale in knuckles. – Five minutes passed. – You are wrong. I am struggling for hours. – Don't be pathetic. -She looked at the timer, sixty more seconds. – Easy to say to you. – I ask you just to stay afloat. – She kissed his wet forehead. – You don't know what is compassion. – His mouth became blue. – It's your first lesson at swimming. Here is your floaty. – She throws a ring. * This text needs a little bit of attention. Here we have too rare at submission/contest behaviour. Be blessed team of 101 Words they spend their time and write a comment. "The first sentence builds intrigue as to what she's talking about. However, in such a short piece, using all dialogue tends to weaken the narrative unless enough details are dropped in to guide the plot. Not enough is known about who these characters are to each other. There wasn't enough to help create a mental image about their interaction other than at the very end after learning it's a swimming lesson. Best of luck with your writing endeavors." It shows that they really read what I wrote. For writer, it's much better than just rejection in a few hours after the text was sent and by on-line numbers it should be read in the next century. Such dedication I appreciate, even when didn't receive a result that I wanted. Don't count how many times I reread my text and rejection. I clearly see the problem which is. I could suppose it was the same problem with already rejected and that will be rejected texts. I see the problem, I can't see a solution. At least for now, my brain is not ready to find a remedy. 14.03.2024 Dear, You Were Right, first published at Carrot Ranch Literary Community. https://carrotranch.com/2024/03/14/this-is-awkward-collection/ - Do you need more time? - Just a few moments, thank you. I will make it. – The woman touched the car’s wheel. – I am not the first and won’t be the one who couldn’t make it. - Are you sure? – The instructor looked at the smiling husband. - She wanted this car, so she need to drive on it. – Winked the husband. Woman closed the door to the new car. - You were right, dear. I will take an exam on your old car. Instructor at the last moment catches the failing husband. 11.03.2024 I write science-fiction in a such way.  Unwanted.pdf 7.03.2024 Borrowed memory, first published at Carrot Ranch Literary Community. https://carrotranch.com/2024/03/07/artificial-intelligence-collection/ The concept of "borrowed memory" is also used in my other science fiction stories, some of them were refused. * How? Again. Borrowed memory? Yes. All knowledge which the world has is for you. Do I need to learn all languages? There aren’t difference in languages now. Do I need to learn to write or type to ask questions? You even don’t need to learn to read. And how to speak? With whom? My expedition is lonesome. I even don’t know why I agree to this. From now, you would never be alone. Borrowed memory sounds boring. We would name it Lilith. No. We will call it AI. Why? Because I will choose what name you will give me. 5.03.2024 One more refused poem. Probably on my site, it could find an involved reader. Scherzando You talked in Italian and all your sounds were sweet As music in which you don’t know words, but You adore that it moves like a creek playing with Pebbles which come on its road. When I think about you I am thinking About the music which needs to be fast or allegro And in truth, you want to scream — presto. As fast as possible to go into the deepness of wishes. With you, I learned that life could be lived in playful Mood. Scherzando I learned with you. To touch you, to move my fingers till The loudest sound is not allowed. I want to learn and try much more. What do you allow behind closed doors? What would be if I tried to make more sound? We are alone again. I touch you with my finger My piano. We will make it forte till the night Will break in the first rays of the sun. 7.02.2024 3.03.2024 Today's poem: after suddenly remembered your dream, and it's not what you were ready to find out about what's going on in your mind. * After some of the nightmares I need a strong cup of coffee. Put a mirror in the Front of myself. And ask: Do you want to Tell me something? 1.03.2024 First day of spring. There is a mood for something French and romantic. Text from refused. "we enjoyed aspects" Short story. As for me, it's too long to name it flash fiction.  Effortless melody.pdf Frère Jacques.aac 29.02.2024 A Cauldron of Boiled Future, first published at Carrot Ranch Literary Community. https://carrotranch.com/2024/02/29/cosmic-egg-soup-collection/ – You should be careful. – Me? How dangerous it is? – Too dangerous. – What exactly? – The cauldron of boiled future. – Tell me. Why we are here? In the cosmos. – It’s our mission. – What is it? – To become a space chicken. – If we don’t manage. – We will be a part of soup. – Which soup? – Where you will be a main tasty ingredient. – How to avoid a cauldron? – To find the answer. – To what? – What was first a hen or an egg? – We are doomed. Two years of war in Ukraine, 28.02.2024 "Although we shall not be using this poem at TheNewVerse.News, Kate, we appreciate your allowing us to consider your good work." Two years, seven hundred thirty-one days When every morning, even after Bombing and ashes of the Missiles in the air I checked The news to find out that The end of War will come today. Or better was it yesterday? And I just missed all the news. It's ravings than when you are waiting For the death which comes to Your country and your city From the sky at any time of Day and night, each day and night You will remember all the life which Was before. In truth, you see what Can't be done because of the missile It will be in five minutes' time. And there is no place to Run, because you are inside a target. If you are lucky, you will hear Just the sound and jumping with The earth and your heart Rings as pieces of broken window. Two years, seven hundred thirty-one days Passed and still it's just first Day of the nightmare and You just can't wake up To hear a voice that says that war is ended. Day seven hundred thirty-two, Day seven hundred thirty-three. Day how many hundreds? 24.02.2024 Poem: When February ends it brings the sun. When February ends the snow will leave. When February leave, his bleeding injuries Won't disappear with the last snow on the grass. 22.02.2024 Under the Hood, first published at Carrot Ranch Literary Community. https://carrotranch.com/2024/02/21/the-intolerable-mask-collection/ - Here he is. Most scary words. To be recognized, to be identified. It was just work. Just for a day. You wore a mask, hood and no one will recognize you ever. What to do with walking and height? - I saw you at the castle. - Yeah. - Why a tiny door at such early hours? - She asked. No one is ready for the truth. - You are a gardener, I knew it. - Perfect guess. The gardener, to learn some plants, to put some seeds. All is much better than to be a hangman. 15.02.2024 After I reached out 54 kg in my weight, I focused only on yoga as a workout. It had to calm down my nerves, but still bouncing when during the work is air alarm. So, after the end of the second air alarm for today I finally trying to publish micro. Wandering Soul, first published at Carrot Ranch Literary Community. https://carrotranch.com/2024/02/15/once-lost-now-found-collection/ I return when I want to. You couldn’t keep me or insist that I am yours. Don’t search for me, I never lost. I just have my interests outside your life. Don’t be too happy when I return. I can’t promise that’s for long. I have a wandering soul in each of my nine lives. I never stay in place. If you are lucky enough I will be for you in the moment when you need me most. Fine, I need you most. But never in her life, the cat will make such a confession. Don’t wait for this. Between morning air alarms I managed to submit a poem. Now there are nearly two hours to the next missile attack. I am not sure that would manage to finish the whole short story, but I will try at least to start the text. If would stay alive today, will be a chance to finish a text. Because of this prefer poems, they are much shorter to accomplish. 08.02.2024 Flash Fiction text. Walnut, first published at Carrot Ranch Literary Community. https://carrotranch.com/2024/02/08/made-of-walnut-collection/ Walnut To find walnuts in the grass is a basic form of treasure hunting. With fingers remove the green pulp to find still wet wooden box that tries to save what is inside. Little pressure and shell breaks to open what is inside, covered with tiny skin sweet whiteness of the walnut heart. Your mouth became wooden, your fingers became brown like after hard work. If you close your eyes you remember all this, just looking is wood is dry enough. Now from the walnut will be table. He’ll hear new stories that will entangle with his lost already roots. 05.02.2024 This poem was rejected for publishing in one of the monthly challenges. Still, it's important for my understanding of February, so I post it here: I tossed old photos As cards remember each one. They are woven memories And faces that are never Fade away from your memory. I knew all of them, Each detail has its own story. Look at them again, I search for foretoken Which missed all those years. It’s any divination About what we have On our land now. It wasn’t written. It wasn’t forecast. It’s happening. 27.01.2024 The Apple Could Fall Far. Flash Fiction №60. 01.02.2024 60 Flash Fiction text! The Apple Could Fall Far, first published at Carrot Ranch Literary Community. https://carrotranch.com/2024/02/01/fish-out-of-water-collection/ Full text: The Apple Could Fall Far. The only tree in the garden which didn’t give apples could be an oak. It also could be a birch or a maple. When you are out of the garden, you are out of water. As fish in the aquarium. Only without the water. Everyone in your family has a custom-made case for their musical instrument. When they exit from the house, it looks like the migration of an orchestra. You just need to wait a moment until their posh cars will rustle over gravel. Then you can wear your helmet and start the engine of your self-made bike. 28.01.2024 Poem for kids-3(27).pdf Practicing poetry daily is a dangerous activity. You have no idea where it could lead you. Today I wrote a song, for a male singer. Now I will need to learn notes and all that stuff. Be careful. 25.01.2024 500 text on site in English! Micro Wrecking Weather (Unpredictable Weather). First published at Carrot Ranch Literary Community. https://carrotranch.com/2024/01/25/wrecking-weather-collection/ Full text: Unpredictable weather. Never measure the rain by the first drop. To count days of rain, I need to look at calendar. After first week, they all became one. No more stark morning sun, no more breeze at evening. I looked around – here they are, looking at me as an ancient witch. How was named our gathering? Unpredictable weather and resources that each community should have handy. Last vehicle drowned two days before. Good that shopping mall has few floors and all for fishing was at last one. We still have enough food. Boat returns. At the Alaska rain stopped yesterday. Ended air alarm, again more than two hours (11.42-13.58). I finished the submission process of poem and flash fiction to competitions. 24.01.2024 Chalkboard poetry-4(36).pdf Poésie en langue française-3(15). 22.01.2024 Poésie française-3(15).pdf 19.01.2024 Poem for kids-2(26).pdf Proper things in improper timing. 18.01.2024 This morning air alarm finished and I decided to say aloud what I was doing recently. This year it was absolutely clear to me that there never will be a proper time, so I need to make it someday. I didn't want that someday to become never in my calendar. This year, for the first time I submitted my work in an English language writing competition. I just announce this to explain why published new text will be less. I am busy with what should be done before. Fear stopped me and now I know that have nothing to lose. When will be results of each of competition texts be published on my site. I still write, much heavily than ever, but postponed are only publishing dates. Don't ask to wish me luck. Just busy with the step that I missed in my writing. 17.01.2024 Chalkboard poetry-3(35).pdf Poésie en langue française-2(14). 15.01.2024 Poésie française-2(14).pdf 14.01.2024 Soliloquy of the hockey goaltender. Added text in theatre plays. 100 play. WOW! Idea 21.10.2023 1145 words, three sketches. (for supporters only)  While the hockey puck flies.pdf 12.01.2024 Chalkboard poetry-2(34).pdf 11.01.2024 A rare form in my writing - play for radio theatre. Tiny text. Didn't spend time on proper formatting. Steps in the garden.pdf Dragon, how to draw what doesn't exist. 10.01.2024 The morning air alarm finished and I published a blog post for the art alphabet which should have been published earlier but didn't manage it. Like with all my writing in recent times. This text is open to all.  Dragon, how to draw what doesn't exist.pdf 9.01.2024 Poem for kids-1(25).pdf Poésie en langue française-1(13). 7.01.2024 Poésie française-1(13).pdf 6.01.2024 Chalkboard poetry-1(33).pdf 5.01.2024 Short story for adults. 870 words, 20 illustrations. (for supporters only)  Samurai's Kakizome.pdf 4.01.2024 Simple short story for kids. 1 story, 4 languages English/ German/ French/ Norwegian(Bokmål) : (free)  FR-Norsk Riktig måte/ La bonne façon.pdf FR-ENG Right way/ La bonne façon.pdf ENG-Norsk Right way/ Riktig måte.pdf Norsk-DE Riktig måte/ Richtiger Weg.pdf ENG-DE Right way/ Richtiger Weg.pdf FR-DE La bonne façon/ Richtiger Weg.pdf 3.01.2024 Ink drops New non-fiction posts on my site. Ink drops is about penmanship in general, my not easy journey, and thoughts that came to my mind during this process. Not only Japanese calligraphy will be mentioned in my texts. But the brushstrokes of Shodo inspired me to try and achieve something in the complicated field of penmanship. 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