New World Repitition

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ENGL-2001-002:

Intro to Creative Writing

Poem

Weekly Exercise #1

Kong. Who has a loud name like this? As loud as King Kong, Kong the King. Is this me? Yes, probably. I am quiet, as quiet as the air? I exist but unnoticeably? I am quiet but I also speak; I am quiet but I also response. I exist and people see me; I exist and people talk to me. I am just somebody. Am I just somebody? In deep, I need no attentions, I am invisible, and I don’t need a place in others’ memories. But, in fact, I feel attentions, I am visible, and people remember me. Maybe because “Kong” is loud, which somehow makes me loud.

I am so naturally connected to these four letters that I don’t even realize this was just a name for fun from the very beginning.

Short Ficition

Weekly Exercise #5

A picked name in exchange for laughter. “Kong” is now my name, my representation, my signature, and my existence in the land of Canada and the zone of my friendship.

“It hurts”, she whispers. She is walking and running. She shakes her hand slightly and repeats louder: “It hurts.” Nothing changes. She is still walking and running with him.

The past of the days of disconnection to the name becomes fragments of memories. Memories of the moments of embarrassment when I did not realize “Kong” was me are fading. Faded past made me who I am. Not who I am that I think who I am, but who I am that people think who I am. Although Kong was only my English name, Kong is now me. Kong. This is me.

She shakes her hand again, “It hurts.” He grabs her hand tighter. She resists by pulling her hand back a bit. His head turns but immediately faces back to the front. She captures that and she starts staring at his face from the left. For a moment, she spaces out. They are moving in the same rhythm. When she is back, her eyes are pointing to his eyes. Her eyes then wander around him from his face to his ear to his eye, from his eye to his ear to his neck, and from his neck to his jacket. “Your jacket has a hole at the back.” He says nothing. “I can see your butt through the hold,” she holds her smile. “Quiet.”


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