  Reminiscence. Lost in the mittens. Shoot stars. Updates. The stubborn hope. Go to that edge. Roads of the Moon. It will never fly. At the gas station. Breathing flowers. Wo sind meine Schatten? Stats of a game. The Ghost and the Princess. Save the Pumpkin. Vote. No help is coming. No witnesses, no story. Just breathe. Une femme français. Yo no soy llama. Reflect. As in real life. Sol caliente del mediodía. Not interested in Sunday. Nine lives to have as a cat... Poésie en langue française-6(18). Black square. Villanelle - To find a rhyme. Poésie en langue française-5(17). Back in archive, again. Beach, season. Patriotic backyard party. High heels badminton. Teddy Bear’s “illness”. A taste of art. Poem with long analyse. Poésie en langue française-4(16). Dare to look. 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. 17.12.2024 Still not in the mood to publish or write X-mas stories. Again higher level of missiles attack. There is a shadow of the cease-fire at the end of the January. Until then, one reminiscence. It was before Crimea hell and I searched myself in theatre. To be exactly it was 22 of January 2014 and after this tiny video I knew that my style of publishing theatre texts never would be the same again. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BjCXWjtgTV8 I fell in love, but didn't buy this box (at that time it cost £300). Found this paper today in my notes. Rewatched and saw things that still missed - the light. Probably it would be a new beginning, when the war will stop. 11.12.2024 Short story for kids. Puppies and their experience of first snow. 680 words. 14 illustrations. Written in January, published in December 2024.  Buy now 26.11.2024 Schaheds were at night. I knew, waited and just fell asleep holding my phone ten minutes before the danger alarm. Second in the previous post I made a spelling error. It looks more depressing than planned. "From time to time think of changing a little bit of the direction." It should be read: "From time to time think of changing activities a little bit to the directing." Those who read me for a long time know/remember about this skill which still I would like to archieve. Directing is the next step of my creative journey. Had doubts about how to accomplish that. Still thinking about some kind of education. Prefer to search for something English-based. Just needed to explain it more clearly. Hope now it makes sense. This tiny short story also is about creativity. It's about the road which suggested to me not to walk. Make it sense to listen to people who pretend to be interested? I don't think so. Shoot stars. pdf 24.11.2024 Ugly life happens and again is a pause in publishing new texts. I still write, but if would be like that even X-mas stories are questioned. For now, we have such opportunities, which discuss most frequently: * quick end after nuclear missile * "miracle" of 20/21 January * "divided" Ukraine with our region became part of Poland probably (there is a map online) Everything is "inspiring" and too close because of the steps of madmen. Next, after finishing Duolingo English at 130 there aren't more levels. I'm in search of "second" foreign language. Now best results are in watching the same advertising of coffee. As mentioned some time ago about the drums app, suddenly from 10 lessons managed to receive 100% on 6 lesson. Time to buy sticks? Piano is worse, they have notes in lesson, my weak part. Also was in Writer's Cafe such idea of Holiday Collaboration 2024 My hope for our world and the people who walk it.. * The silent night with cracking snowflakes, Not the sound of missiles, not ashes in the air. The silent night with the hope of a peaceful morning. The tears of joy and laughter, not screaming pain. * Great War spoiled the feeling of magic in December. I still try to do a lot of things and improve my skills. Do something. Hope for the time after the war. Like at Uni, plans on time after the hell of session of giving back received knowledge. Just don't think that there would be still a place after the end of the war if it ends someday. The world is moving forward, no one waits for losers. From time to time think of changing a little bit of the direction. Every day is more and more difficult to believe that still need to publish my writing. 9.11.2024 Yesterday wrote a tiny lovely story for kids. Today, 990 day of war, air alarm after Schaheds ended at 4 in the morning. I wrote this and published it now. Add to short stories. The stubborn hope. pdf 7.11.2024 As for my style story is too long to be flash fiction, so it will be in the short stories. Go to that edge. pdf 3.11.2024 Continue with publishing texts which were rejected and could be published "between seasons". It was good practice to try writing different exercises. I had a terrible time losing sense of creativity. It gave me some kind of motivation. I know that nearly a hundred Word's documents with ideas of texts should be written. When I mean hundred it's 61 and 37 in different folders. I am scared to count texts that are waiting for revision or finished draft. It was a short science fiction story. Roads of the Moon. pdf 1.11.2024 I hope that the beginning of November could be named "between" seasons. There is still some time left before the total "Christmas avalanche". In shops, decorations for Christmas are near Halloween's leftovers in the shape of skeletons, a crazy mix. It was for a short story competition "Risk". I know that should remake it later to the movie script, so it have to be read from this point of view. It will never fly. pdf 30.10.2024 It was the first text which was sent at the beginning of this year to competitions. The theme was ghosts. Last addition to this year's Halloween season. At the gas station. pdf 28.10.2024 4.30 was alarm because of Schaheds, last one still (12.05) above Ukraine. This short story was to competition with the theme - supernatural. I think here I came closest to a horror story in my writing. It's for sure light or cozy horror. Breathing flowers. pdf 27.10.2024 Geschichte für Kinder.  Wo sind meine Schatten?. pdf 26.10.2024 At 3 a.m. checked last time if clear of strategic aviation, at 3.07 was preventive alert. At 11.12 probably last Schahed is still above the Ukraine. This text was written in September, it's in the form of dialogue, so added it to the theatre plays. Stats of a game. pdf 16.10.2024 Never underestimate what could be done or not. A few days ago I wrote that can’t afford to buy a castle. In the shop was a sale and suddenly I bought a castle. Not exactly about what I talk, it’s definitely a castle. All could come in life, but you never know in which shape. Today I publish story perfect for spooky season. When I revised it thought that add too complicated sentences for kid's story. So this time I also add lighter or simplified version of story.  The Ghost and the Princess (simplified).pdf The Ghost and the Princess.pdf 12.10.2024 It's not the first, but the second weekend of October and I finally start publishing Halloween's connected stories. Today is a story for kids with characters who are easy to recognize.  Save the pumpkin. pdf 9.10.2024 Today it would be an unusual story for kids. Probably it's too much in our news. Sometimes it looks like this President's election in the USA is more important for Ukraine than for Americans. We all vote from 18 years, so it's also unusual for us and many explanations. It was too much for me and I made a tiny story "Vote". No one needs my opinion and I don't suggest to whom vote. I just remind you what you do when you vote. Ask one more time, use your brain. It's some kind of remind call, you could live without it, for me it's important. I had doubts about publishing, but believe in freedom of speech, so: Vote. pdf 8.10.2024 I think that's most important message which should be accepted - No help is coming. Truth is bitter and disgusting, but it's real. Today I publish short script comedy. It also was for contest. I don't remember if I mentioned, sorry if repeat myself. My wild shift to participate in every available for not residents contests was attempt to prove that I am talented. It's not the crisis of identity or creativity, it's name of the vise to live few years abroad. Not as refuge who need to return home and never allow to return again. It's to be the person who is valuable. Haven't enough money to buy a business or shateau which allowed presence in the place where aren't missiles above the head. Previous time when proved that talented in such way was when collected portfolio of publications to study at journalistic. First attempt with competiton failed. It's my habit of moving. When send "Perversion" in 2011-12 years female playwright competition received answer that I need to find somebody who knows English. Here I am after all this years. It's my diagram: failure, regress, finding power to new attempt and unstopable movement to improving. When I have doubts I check my today's English level. Now we have too many conversation in Ukraine about Victory plan, which saw everyone but Ukrainians. Changing plans to make it better it's wrong strategy. Aim is not to make better plan. Aim is to receive result. And for result there could be different plan. You just try one after another. If letters ends, start numbers. Numbers never end. If you didn't tire of reading, here is script. No help is coming. pdf 6.10.2024 Today's result in English level, I thought it looked epic, so add a screenshot.  Back to creative writing. (I wonder which number do I have here and how measure it?) This was for another Australian competition. There were criteria that should be presented in the story: "Each story’s first sentence had to include something being POPPED. Each story had to include a character referencing a FILM title. Each story had to include the words LEAP, BOTTLE and SHADOW. (Longer variations were okay if original spelling was retained.)" Here we have my attempt to be creative around them. No witnesses, no story. pdf 4.10.2024 Today flash fiction was to the writer's competition in Australia. I know that I never in real life saw the ocean. I know that never stood on the surfboard. I have no idea if stay on it without losing balance even in calm water. I know it could be done or not. I from childhood sick of marry-go-round, I can't handle this movement. On the other hand, with swing, I could "move" for hours. I even had one at home and I spend on them rainy hours. That's what I really miss in weather like today. As writer, I use imagination, not only experience.  Just breathe. pdf 3.10.2024 Recently Shacheds above Ukraine are at days and nights, so publish when they aren't in our region. If publish only in days when wasn't alarm it would mean any new texts till the war ends. Back to my drama with French language. This tiny work is a failure for some Canadian magazine where they accepted French texts, but not mine, it's obvious.  Une femme français. pdf 30.09.2024 Historia para niños.  Yo no soy llama.pdf 28.09.2024 Today is unpublished poem from January of this year. It is proper for my mood. Have two texts for Halloween. One is 10 minutes play and the other is a short story. Don't know if will publish what wrote recently (spooky or something in that vibe). Not important, but something good news for me, after upgrade Duolingo has piano for my phone models also. I could lost there my hearts daily. If they had some other instruments, it would tear me appart between ukulele and guitar. Who am I kidding - drums! Who reads me for a long time know my such awful habit: I stop and check if walk in proper direction. Spend too much time in struggling with French. My level in Duolingo is 28. Check yourself how low it is. So I took a placement test for Spanish - 50. Here is dichotomy question for my soul. Continue struggle and not move forward. Or accept that barked on the wrong tree and gave myself a pause and move where it could be some kind of progression. With English all is much easier. After some level there is only American English. To Brits are enough the Island and classic literature to bother with interests of learners. Reflect.pdf 23.09.2024 When the last time checked what's going on with the magazine where submitted that story found this: "Do not submit here! This project is believed to be defunct. Website was not functioning on our last visit." I haven't answer why they created a competition. Why exists such projects is out of my understanding. What is the sense of totally false image? In texts there are words in Spanish it was written in rules. As in real life.pdf 17.09.2024 Poema en español. Entrenamiento para el cerebro. * Sol caliente del mediodía Quema la cabeza Con promesas de tarde. Cuando dos cuerpos se vuelven uno Con ritmo imparable de guitarra. El aliento de la noche recuerda que hay que cubrirse los hombros O es un aviso el que tú estás lejos. Septiembre 2024 15.09.2024 Three haiku, different contests. New texts I also write time to time, but at first, publish what already was (I hope so) read by others. * Blinking traffic light Choose your path Among rain drops. 15.01.2024 * Scattered moon, Butterfly on the water Destination reached. 15.01.2024 * Warm sun behind the window, birds joyfully singing. Not interested in Sunday. 16.01.2024 Nine lives to have as a cat... 9.09.2024 Double nine, probably the one chance in a year when I could publish these poems. It was competition which I predictably failed. * Nine lives to have as a cat Nine times to make a choice To do it right not do it wrong. Nine-time check if you Put all in place as wished, As hoped. Nine deep breaths to Calm down and Start to count from the beginning. Nine chances to be Sure that what you did is Worth it all. 17.02.2024 * Nine times will change A weather till spring will come. With sun and whisper promising The summer after blossom. Nine times I made a decision To walk away from you. And stop to think Till summer green. Nine buses already gone In spring to find the fresh air. I will not wait for nine more Days to say hello to new wind. 19.02.2024 * How many times should I repeat to start believing in Spoken words. Nine times would Be enough, too much, too little. How many times should I listen to recognize the Truth. Nine times would Be enough, too much, too little. How many times should I postpone my final Choice. Nine times would Be enough, too much, too little. How many times I should walk near to Forget about the past. Nine times would Be enough, too much, too little. 19.02.2024 * Nine missed calls As quiet screams. Is it just so hard to answer? To hear what will need To buy, to put on the list ice Cream and better with nine flavors. 19.02.2024 Poésie en langue française-6(18). 3.09.2024 Poésie française-6(18).pdf 1.09.2024 The summer is gone. Third autumn in war. * Black square as basic, as beginner As a starting point which cowers All that was before is in a shadow. Black square quiet it has No life till add to this more color. Black square with scratches of the White which breaks through To surface as grass in the middle of the road. Black square as a landscape for Red and pulsing drop as blood Which always has a place At each surface and in each story. Triangles white as sails wait for Wind and storm and red sun On the broken golden lines of the horizon. Still, black square as surface, as Scratches, as everything what No more suits to show viewers. 2.02.2024 25.08.2024 First time published at www.writerscafe.org https://www.writerscafe.org/writing/KateAKS/2901130/ Inspired by Jean Passerat's poem "Villanelle" (I lost my turtledove) * To find a rhyme to turtledove! To experiment or to be true? To be prepared and wear a boxing glove. To start each sentence as with glove. To not be sad or come to blue To find a rhyme to turtledove. To be as flawless as a dove. To make it weightless to stew. To be prepared and wear a boxing glove. To be so stong and not throwing the glove. To add an attempt to see a view, To find a rhyme to turtledove. To show appreciation to dove. To find proper word which do. To be prepared and wear a boxing glove. To see when you failed of. To be sure to accomplish this few: To find a rhyme to turtledove, To be prepared and wear a boxing glove. January 2024 Poésie en langue française-5(17). 10.08.2024 Poésie française-5(17).pdf 8.08.2024 The morning started with an air alarm, so already was on internet. Some reactions need more time to answer and find evidence. People who I believed are smart in my profession now suggest to close Telegram. Here is a pdf of my article in Verkhovna's Rada newspaper (the place where were published all our laws to became legitimate). Ліцензуймося 2003 рік.pdf It was year 2003 and deputats knew how to read. My idea was too wild. Ліцензуймося 2003 рік.doc http://www.golos.com.ua/article/240317 https://khpg.org/1081250683 Now I think it's too late because everything will be closed, especially social media which helps people to save their life. I add links in Ukrainian version for sure. When I searched for that article I found also my first publication in a newspaper. Перша публікація 1996.pdf 1996 year, when I learned fear of fame. It was such a thunderstorm in our school when teachers and pupils come to look at "the person in our school who published an article in the newspaper". Social media influencers never learn what is it, because they never see people who read them. Scary experience. Turned page. 03.08.2024 Those who read me for a long time know my annual troubles with internet in summer, especially after heavy thunderstorms. This year it took a few weeks when was most hard switching of electricity. After all loud visits and repairs it ended in end of the contract with that firm. They can't make internet at our home. For now, I have internet from my mobile phone to upload something online. It's not the usual unlimited presence online. I can check everything that I want. Especially something which has a lot of pictures. I try to optimize all and even Pinterest account donated to Mom. Now remove from the e-mail newsletters which also took too much GB. Thanks to the internet problems I didn't post time sensitive story about Christmas in July. From time to time will post something, still try to write. I have to turn page of how I wrote almost daily, sometimes a few times per day and return to how I started Aksioma when Internet was through a phone connection. Not regular publishing. 10.07.2024 Promised after 1 a.m. electricity returned near 2 o'clock. Till almost 3 a.m. didn't sleep. Charged phone and in next to us region already were Shaheds. Than switched off for the hour, to wake up 5 minute to four. Was checking if there are more targets at five minute alert's map became clear. Next time electricity we received after 9 at the morning. Not sure for how long, few energy objects were destroyed. With all this I decided to finally publish this story, because already wrote it. I didn't want to add it to the pile of not published on time texts. I have already few stories for Halloween and Christmas from previous season. I planned to publish this story at Monday, 8th of July. In Ukraine happened one more tragedy and after it were mourning days. New short story is for adults. At the weekend were more hours with electricity so I managed to do proper research for a story with photos and videos searching and watching. In story mentioned themes of weight loss and fitness, so for someone, it could be a sensitive topic. Beware if you ready to read anything connected with this topic. I think that I made it neutral but never know what is painful for readers. About how I look I could only accept productive suggestions with links to necessary exercises, everything else better be kept in your mind.  Beach, season.pdf 2.07.2024 Short story for adults with celebrating of 4th July. In the text explained why could post it today.  Patriotic backyard party.pdf 26.06.2024 Yesterday wasn't electricity. Was air alarm. Not reachable site. Still I continued work on text. From 19 to 1.15 at the night again wasn't electricty. From 5 at the morning and after 9 electricity was back. Night used only for charging devises. Next two week promised to be even worse 2-4 hours with electricity during 24 hours. Day before yesterday was long time without electricity and I didn't invent better than illustrate story with my photos "posing" the moments of story. Could we name it "acting"? Short story for adults. My interpretation of fictional summer season.  High heels badminton.pdf 16.06.2024 Short story for kids. First one this year.  Teddy Bear’s “illness”.pdf 11.06.2024 Планувала опублікувати ще 6 червня, на день журналіста. З архіву сайта (2004 рік) Здоровега В.Й.: "Якщо ми не зробимо відповідних кроків, то майбутнє сумне" Здоровега 2004 рік.doc * "Верховна Рада на засіданні 4 червня проголосувала у другому читанні та в цілому за законопроєкт № 9432 про застосування англійської мови в Україні. Законопроєкт офіційно закріплює статус англійської мови як однієї з мов міжнародного спілкування в Україні, визначає посади, кандидати на зайняття яких зобовʼязані володіти англійською мовою, унормовує особливості застосування англійської мови в роботі держорганів, органів місцевого самоврядування, підрозділів екстреної допомоги, під час перетину кордону, у сферах освіти, транспорту та охорони здоровʼя. Складати тест можна буде необмежену кількість разів, але не частіше, ніж раз на 4 місяці. Підтримано норму про бюджетну підтримку для кінотеатрів, які демонструють англомовні фільми. Англійську мову обов'язково викладатимуть у старших групах дитсадків, у середній школі, ПТУ та університетах України." Speak English, Ukraine... * A taste of art. Poem with long analyse. 23.05.2024 People hate me because I am from Ukraine. Little conclusion after one more refusal of poems. I don't believe in emotions, I believe in checking facts. Today is cute addition to internet access - I haven't internet not only when there is no electricity in my home, but also electricity should be at each place which deliver internet. So few hours of internet daily without logic. First what I saw in the mail was one more refusal. I had little breakdown and I made few tests of English grammar. Than I asked myself - What if what I write is really awful and people in competions aren't such bad and it's not xenophobia in all it ugly aspects. I take the poem and made what do everyone now, asked opinion of AI. When you will take time and read what wrote AI you will see clear that xenophobia is stronger than ever. *** A taste of art. What could it be? Which painting do you put into The kitchen to look at daily. The person whose biography you Can quote at every quiz? T-shirt from school which After all these years Represent who truly are you. Or just particles of the paint Which ended in your tea When you just mix cups For beverage and art. Analysis AI: Theme: The central idea of the poem "A Taste of Art" is the intertwining of art with daily life and personal identity. It explores how art can be integrated into everyday experiences and how it can shape one's sense of self. Subject matter: The subject matter of the poem revolves around the various ways in which art can influence and reflect a person's life. It discusses the significance of art in daily routines, personal preferences, and memories. Language: The poet uses simple and straightforward language to convey the idea that art is not just reserved for galleries and museums, but can also be found in everyday activities and objects. The word choice is accessible and relatable, making the poem easy to understand. Literary devices: - Metaphor: The comparison of art to everyday objects like a T-shirt or particles of paint in tea. - Imagery: Descriptions of paintings in the kitchen and the mixing of cups of tea with paint particles evoke vivid images in the reader's mind. - Alliteration: The repetition of the "p" sound in "particles of the paint" and "mix cups" creates a pleasing sound. Sound and rhythm: The poem has a free verse form with varying syllabic patterns and stresses. The rhythm is not consistent, adding to the casual and conversational tone of the poem. Structure: The poem is written in a single stanza, suggesting a continuous flow of thoughts and ideas. The line breaks and punctuation are used effectively to create pauses and emphasize certain phrases. Context: The poem explores the personal relationship individuals have with art and how it can be integrated into their daily lives. It reflects on the ways in which art can shape one's identity and be a source of inspiration and comfort. Second AI analysis to create clear comparision: Theme: The central idea of the poem is the intersection of art and daily life, exploring how art can be integrated into our everyday routines and experiences. The subject matter revolves around the different ways in which art can manifest in our lives, whether through paintings, biographies, personal belongings, or even accidentally through spilled paint. Language: The language used in the poem is simple and straightforward, making the theme accessible to readers. The poet uses imagery related to art and everyday activities to convey the idea of art's presence in our lives. The word choice is evocative, with phrases like "a taste of art" and "particles of paint" creating vivid mental images. Literary devices: The poem employs the literary device of metaphor, comparing art to everyday objects and experiences. The use of repetition in phrases like "What could it be?" and "Which painting do you put into" creates a sense of contemplation and reflection. The poem also uses enjambment to create a flowing and uninterrupted feel to the lines. Sound and rhythm: The syllabic patterns in the poem vary, adding a sense of rhythm and musicality to the verses. The stresses in the lines create a natural flow, guiding the reader through the poem with ease. Structure: The poem is structured in a free verse form, with no specific rhyme scheme or meter. The lack of traditional structure mirrors the theme of blending art with everyday life, allowing for a more organic flow of ideas. The poem consists of a single stanza, with line breaks used to create pauses and emphasize certain phrases. Context: The poem seems to be exploring the ways in which art can permeate our daily lives, whether through intentional choices or unexpected encounters. It invites readers to consider how art can influence our identities and experiences, even in the most mundane moments. The poem encourages a reflection on the significance of art in shaping our perceptions and interactions with the world around us. * From 14.05 returned switch off of electricity, first two days it were mostly chaotic. From today's night before switch off we receive announcment on mom's Viber and prognosed time for how long it will be, near 10 minutes before it starts. So there is some time to switch off everything if you are at home. Switching offs will be also during day. For now they say it would be for next 2 years. Every day it's different time, so computer time would depends of other things which had to do. I am still there, on the dark part of the Moon. Without hot water, in total it "adds" energy. 15.05.2024 Don't know from where it was reposted, but read article about relationships during war. Translate few quotes because it explains totally my style of communication. Remind, war for me started from March 2014 when with my surname (same as Crimea's leader, no one cares that we aren't related) I haven't future in Ukrainian literature. In short I was damned, my writing career was ended forever without chance to changes and later was war. English wasn't my choice, I was devasteted and still wanted to write, so I made this decision, till participation in competitions it looked as best decision. One comment: there is no compassion or empathy to person from Ukraine, at least among writer's competitions organisators. They help only people who already leaves abroad, preferably few years before war. Yes, it's hypocricity, but they haven't hearts or courage, it had to be accepted. In general it had to be psychologic article, but they haven't solution, only name facts. "We haven't energy to create new relationships... We haven't stability of community, because we all live inside of catastrophe." In relationship we are looking for stabile, resourseful and caring person. "We are exhausted and melted". There explanation that it didn't work, because on other side is same broken person. In comments there were that it also didn't worked with attempts to create online relationships with people abroad. They can't figure out of our level of emotional it's not burnout, but ashes. With that luck of empathy there is aggression from our part and just leaving without explanation. Because explanations took energy which we haven't. Pour souls who found persons with don't closed problems, debts, divorsed with little kids, unstable behaviour and drankard add to own life more crisis. From this could be made conclusion: strong and adequate don't search for online relationships or something is in the level of knowledge of foreign languages in our contry. Or it should be some not free dating apps or what exists for now for lonely souls? Marriage agencies alive till now, or dyed with snail mail era. Never wondered or made research in this. If we don't see them doesn't mean that they don't exists. Now in conversations we on the level "talked about how it is and already tired... Explain, make clear and tell about yourself - too heavy action." Such way destroyed relationships which already exsisted. Dissappearing without saying about that is new norm. When will be energy, will be drop of attention. It could be not every week or months. So everything is bad. I liked part: "What to do? No one knows." We haven't energy, we don't know when it will return. And optimistic news - We aren't on the bottom of luck of energy, it will be worth with every day, for all country. Building relationships needs energy and we haven't it. The same with comunication, not every day I feel energy to read comments to my poems. To comment works of others I need energy as for mountain climbing. Problem that I need support more than ever. But no one will work for you and made your steps. As was in my favourite joke. "Run to your aim, can't run - walk, can't walk - crawl, can't crawl, lie down on the direction of the aim." Here is little problem when you don't move level of the dust make other to forget about your existance and you haven't energy to even be dissapointed about that. No one will accept us how we are now "to be yourself - dissappear, not answeer immediately, be extremely tired, nervous... Don't be perfect version of yourself and don't try to be on the level of high standarts." As was said - there is no solution, because on the our part of field, there is no solution, other part of field just don't look at our part. So we stay on the dark part of the Moon. * Feedback? 11.05.2024 For some texts I receive not only rejection but also analysis of my work. 13 pages with marks put near the statement which didn't work for structure and everything. Crime again humanity - I didn't use double-space, guilty. Dialogue - Having the story told only (or primarily) through dialog did not strengthen the submission. After such reviews person could stop writing forever and look for other profession. My problem, I haven't back up plan, so I will continue write how I think is better for my stories. One thing that keeps me sane during writing journey are comments on Writers Cafe. There I gain power and energy to move further. Poésie en langue française-4(16). 6.05.2024 Poésie française-4(16).pdf 5.05.2024 Today decided to make alive my Facebook. https://www.facebook.com/kate.aks.50 29.04.2024 A poem, first time published at www.writerscafe.org https://www.writerscafe.org/writing/KateAKS/2885655/ Dare to look.pdf 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.  While the hockey puck flies.pdf Buy now 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.  Samurai's Kakizome.pdf Buy now 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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