Day 9: Touching Feelings

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If I had faith to move mountains,

I’d lay my cards on the table,

And build a rock from a fountain.

I’ll ride a geyser to heaven

Then I’ll glide on wings of angels.

If I had faith to part the sea,

I’d work wonders mankind will tell;

I’ll do things folks aint ever seen.

I’ll speak to the wind and foretell

Every tomorrow scene by scene.

If I had faith to break thro walls,

I’d remake the earth rid of wars.

I’ll give the three elements charge

Over all emotions corrupt

By the nature of man at large.

If I had faith to touch feelings,

I’d touch new hearts every minute,

I’ll put a shine on all faces

And carry the weak in the streets.

I’ll be there to bleed when they bleed.

Akpan

Day 9: Right to Rewrite

In eternity’s eyes,

I see the parody of humanity

As I witness the sun of darkness arise

Blinding our senses with callous impunity,

Men of all ages

Have wandered from age to age,

Scarcely stilling the storm that rages.

How much longer before we get to the stage

Where our race is emancipated

From the corruption of the soul?

When the race of man is exalted

Lifted up to that pedestal where the

Heart finds repose?

I am only a dot,

A speck of dust

In the operation of things.

But this is my history.

I owe to responsibility.

It is my prerogative to rewrite it;

To be the architect of its streamlining,

As I take a walk thro the lion’s den

Brandishing the refined tip of my pen.

Akpan

IntShoWriMo 2014: Day 9

Day 9: My Friend, Mark

Today’s Prompt: You receive a mysterious email and the subject line reads “Everything you know is a lie.” You open the email and read further: “Act calm as not to alert anyone, but everyone around you is not who they say they are. You need to quietly get out of there and meet me at the spot where you had your first kiss. You know the place. My name is Mark.”

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Word Count: 1,770

I want to tell you about my friend, Mark. But let’s get something straight from the onset. ‘First Kiss’ isn’t exactly what it sounds like and Mark who is the reason I’m telling this story to begin with, is not the guy’s real name. And I am not in the secret service or anything so lay aside every sentiment you may have for folks in that department. Let’s get back to Mark cause this story is about him. Him not me, forget everything you ever heard those wannabe shrinks say. Those folks couldn’t wriggle free of a wet toilet tissue trammel to begin with.

            …What? You wanna know how I ended up eating roaches for dinner? That’s what I’m getting at. Haven’t you been listening to a word I’ve said these past minutes?

            ‘First Kiss’ was what we called our rite of induction. We belonged to this cult, you see?

            …No it aint the kind of cult where you had to off people just to make an appearance. It was totally legit stuff.

            …How come I’m stuck here if it was totally legit? Are you for real? Who’s telling this story, anyway? Are you an undercover shrink or something? You even stink like one.

            …You’re not? Let’s get something straight, I’ll tell my story my way or it’s no way.

            Like I said, it was totally legit. We committed no crimes. Check your records see if you’ll find a crime by The Mark Gang. The only clause is we were all boys. Four boys, five, if you counted Mark.

            Let’s get to the highpoints of the story. There were school folks who believed Mark was an alien.

            …No. Not an illegal immigrant kind of thing. We never knew who his parents were, though.

            I’m talking about an extraterrestrial, the Stephen Spielberg kind. He probably flew in from one of the Kepler cluster of planets all these young charismatic set of astronauts keep probing. He looked the type, too?

            …Did we find any evidence to buttress the fact? Plenty.

            First, one of the kids in our cult Etok (/hey toke/), I believe it was had this issue with Mark about his gender and he called him out, too.

            “How come I never seen you go on a date?” Etok said. It was the truth Mark rarely ever chatted up a girl and he forbade us to bring girls to meetings even a simple group gathering.

            …What did we discuss in the meetings? Why would I tell you? Those were group secrets and we swore to never tell. Would you tell me if I asked what you guys discussed in your locker rooms or what you and your wife do… Read More Here: IntShoWriMo 2014

Eneh Akpan

June 9th, 2014