Wednesday, February 22, 2017

Hold onto Me

Hold onto Me

Short Story
By: Gustavo Simmons
There was a moment where time just became a mere illusion, the perception of self was another mirage which was linked to the sensuous system of the brain. Yesterday comes today, and the future becomes a tangible thing that ceased to exist. Understanding time can be a complex theory, especially when you aren’t attached to it.
Just to think on the multiple timeliness and suddenly “jump” from one point to the other and even recreate the universe when the universe reached the point of extinction. He was a “god” among men, with an impossibility to avoid death, just by resetting the “switch around him” but there were two flaws towards his recreation of the universe the first one being that no matter what, he would return to the age he was on the year he leaped and the second flaw it was that the three people he treasured the most were preset to be lost in the time-stream.
At first he just started to jump on different timelines, different places across the multiverse, it was just an adventure, then he fall in love with a guy who lived in a small countryside town, a very nice guy whom he visited on several occasions; then when tragedy happened and the guy who he fall in love died in his sleep, it was the moment that he realized he could turn back in time and space; essentially creating a new timeline in the preset universe.
The first morning that he went back, he went back further in time, he went to 1996, he was back in Colombia and he found himself back on the sixth grade. He couldn’t believe that he was so far in time, mostly because when he traveled between different coordinates it was only days apart but on different historical settings. Traveling around the continuum always gave him different ideas about how history could turn to be, but doing the feature of resetting a timeline, his own timeline was something he never imagined.
He knew he was born with that ability and every time he traveled he never influenced on any outcomes of the timelines he visited, he just was there to learn about history of the world from different perspectives. What if with the creation of a new timeline, the repercussions would be catastrophic? One life that you save would equal a life that would die? Or for every action you take when the timeline resets you are destined to live a life of misery and solitude?
Yet, he didn’t care, he just wanted to be with him, he wanted to be there for him. He became his anchor to reality, no matter what reality he created he always recreated him. Him, became the person he tried to save, to hold onto after he met his death thousands of times, was alive in each recreation and new timeline.

Still, he was alone, alone in between a sea of people he met and interacted with, and with his out of the world powers he always wanted to go back to him, because with him he was only happy, happy as he never was before.

Saturday, February 11, 2017

A Slice of Pizza

A Slice of Pizza

Short Story

By: Gustavo Simmons

A long time ago, there were seven beings who were manifestations of the inner darkest emotions of humanity. Intangible beings, who had the ability to manipulate the emotions of beings… at the end, these beings were sent to the mortal plane to live an existence of life and death because of the sins the committed and the sins they turned.

Lust, Wrath, Pride, Gluttony, Envy, Greed and Sloth were among us, among humanity. The cycle came every 90 years; all of them would live and die on the same day and time, the only exception was that all they were going to be born on different locations around the world but after 20 years of living they would gather on one random place and live near of the same city or country.

That was the mythos of the Seven, a mythos that everyone over time forgot. Yet, two of them were eating a pizza on the outskirts of Tampa, Florida.

It was a Sunday, January the 6th of 2002. They didn’t have a name; but they were old friends and brothers, part of the cabal. Two of the they, Pride and Wrath were sitting as they did for eons. On this life, Pride was born in North Carolina, while Wrath was born in Colombia. They look as they could be related but their flesh was far away from being related. Pride was tall and skinny, he had many tattoos based on Star Wars and The Legend of Zelda; Wrath was short and stubby, almost physically inept. Yet, they were two of the most powerful beings in the universe, each of them able to manipulate emotions and life beyond death.
“It’s been a while my brother, how did you discovered this place?”
“Cappy’s? I used to come here when I was younger on this life. Probably one of the best pizzerias in Tampa”
“I see” Said Wrath while eating a slice of cheese.
“Do you think the population will accept the new order in world?”
“No, they will revolt again. It will happen a similar scenario that repeats itself every 110 years”
“Explain yourself” Said Pride.
“Franz Ferdinand, Kennedy, just to name a few. Humanity, even in some way we are part of it, it always finds a way to go forward, we as beings who are able to exist beyond death, beings who are agents that manipulate humanity to achieve certain future, we can’t control them, we can’t even control the outcomes” Replied Wrath while cleaning his mouth.
 “You are right, much of the time, we can only sit down and enjoy this show while we eat pizza. I wonder what is on the news right now?”
“Who knows, but I heard there is a bloody protest on Washington D.C. and Ereshkigal is having a feast of souls right now”

Wrath just simply smiled.

Wednesday, February 1, 2017

The Dharma Incentive

The Dharma Incentive

Short Story
Gustavo Simmons
There was a cosmic order between the chaos that ruled the universe; yet, dying seemed to be impossible. The memories of thousands of other lives, where we achieved conscious were still there, the problem became that a being who had no name, a being who ruled the principles of the multiverse, “the one who was above all” placed as a rule No being would remember, unless that person has achieved some form of Nirvana, even so that being was beyond the Samsara.
Why I can remember? Every single dead, every single moment of agony, the moment of birth, even so this Kami was playing a cruel joke as there was no faith, nor enlighten coming from my part. I was a man who lacked faith, a man who believed in the principles of entropy and chaos as a standalone concept beyond any divine principles; nevertheless, every single memory of my life was as a playback.
There was a catch, every single moment of reincarnation I was again myself. I was the person who was, the person who remembered from the experiences, the person who committed suicide and the person who died in the riots of 2017 while protesting in the White House on December 12th. I was sent to the same point in time, April 22nd of 1984, it was fixed, it was set, born in the same city in Colombia, born near the ocean, living the same point in time for 23 years.
23 years in which there was some form of prison, a prison without walls, just a prison with geographical boundaries. The rules of the cosmos where punishing me for something that after reliving the same moments over and over but with different outcomes before death.
Death is such a sweet treasure, is such a beautiful moment in which we are not bounded to the planes of existence, we just cease to exist on the flesh and we transform into a metaphysical concept that is just far away beyond comprehension. What a beautiful moment, indeed it is, yet birth is more painful, is such a pain; the overload stimuli is just worse than anything else.
After death, there is birth, the world is brand a new, the world is such an amazing place when you are child, still when you have the memories of a 37-year-old man inside a 7-year-old body, no one will take you seriously even if they consider you past beyond your years. What a burden is to live, but what a burden is to always remember everything, yet to live to the fullest and not to fill emotions.
Why this being that knows everything keeps punishing me? Sending me back to the same moment in time to make me have faith and “help” achieve the precious gift of death? Probably is an eternal punishment because I didn’t hesitate to take the precious gift he gave to everyone, life. I never minded, I seriously never minded life. You could take it with just a bullet, a knife or your hands. You could ruin a life by playing with someone’s emotions and feel no remorse.

I violated the Dharma; at least that is the term I like to use, the basic principles of the cosmos that were given by Lord Buddha, and they weren’t that difficult because “it” hated when someone denied his existence… I was punished because I was an offender of the Dharma, of the Commandments or whatever you want to call it.

Monday, January 30, 2017

When We Were Forgotten

When We Were Forgotten
(Short Story)
By: Gustavo Simmons

It wasn’t impossible to forget, they rose to the power through hate and fear. They divided the friends and families through their rhetoric that “invisible enemies within us” were going to destroy the fabric of the nation. Who were they? Nobody knew, the only information was that they came from the different regions of the country and used cyberspace as a channel to spread their message and conquer adepts.
The future that wasn’t, many people theorized that the timeline split and we became Earth 295. As if Lord Apocalypse rose to the power and created a new system of power. Could be it as easy as a comic book explanation? No; the idea of a new world was far more complex than any point in fiction, far more tragic in which a demagogue and his team found a way to exploit the inner fears and emotions of a population that was on the verge of a civil war.
The first week came with the goal to bring a glory that was already there but people couldn’t see it; people were blinded by the idea that the country was in the need to be great again, all because they saw people who were running from a way that was happening far away as the “real enemies of the nation” as the “real enemies of their own religion” as “barbarians who didn’t deserved a dose of compassion”
The second week came with an invisible wall, no one could go in or out of the country, airports and seaports were ultimately closed. Citizens were asked to refrain from flying as there was an imminent fear of a nuclear strike coming from China. Refugees who arrived fearing from their lives were sent back to the places they were running from; the ultimate action, it costed the lives of 3,250,000 million people in only a 12-month period, as the newly elected President and his cabinet saw isolationism as the ultimate truth to “save the country” from the enemies that weren’t there.
The fourth week became the last in which the country was standing still, it became the point where the government cut funds to health and education; it severed ties in which let each State to do whatever they pleased. Human rights were violated everywhere, basic principles of the constitution were just ignored and it gave a form of fundamentalist Baptism that started to rule over the public institutions.
We became a theocracy within a 14-month period; science and human rights became for a while a philosophical aspect from the past, the Federal State turner into simple and mere anarchy, where even transmitting news that weren’t approved by the White House was punishable by law. In two years, we were living under the shadow of the phantom government, where the dear leader was a mere puppet of the 12 masters that controlled different aspects of the population.
12 masters, 12 corporations that organized education, infrastructure and regional politics per their own means. They start spreading lies which eventually became truth, police became an LLC that responded to the interest of a private creditor. There was no more free press and the idea of net neutrality was from the past; people running blogs became the source of information outside the State propaganda.
We, the free press, we became forgotten, we became a secret; the population became forgotten of who we were; we weren’t as organized as we were. We just turned into shadows that became enemies of the “fallen empire”. Walkers as if we were zombies of the Walking Dead mythos; nobody wanted to be near us but we became the people who opened the dialogue to throw the dear leader outside the power sphere and make the shadows to crumble into ashes. Yet, our lives when they ended became erased from existence, nobody could have remembered us, who we were, who we are, what we did; our blogs and collective stayed online, some of them ended up in the underground nets called Cobra and Thor in case the powers that be decided to shut them completely.
Two years later society as it was, it was a mirage of the empire. There were more theme parks, no more entertainment, nobody could travel far away as gas became a luxury, people started to die as the public health system collapsed and anyone who dared to do public protest was in risk of being executed on the public sight.

How terrible society turned to be? It wasn’t the land of the free anymore, it became just another dictatorship. What the braves who fought the wars? They were left to die on the streets as they represented a negative profit on the earning margins of the government… what had we become? A land of nobody, a land of the blue, a land where desolation is everywhere yet no one has a voice...

Tuesday, October 25, 2016


His name didn’t matter; he embraced death as mantle that covered the universe. When he died, he was happy with the idea of going to heaven; but, he realized he ended on the other side. Hell, was very different from what he imagined, he was in the Elysium. It was gorgeous, it was pretty, it looked as paradise and he was waiting the moment the illusion was going to be broken.
There were people around him, he was waiting to be greeted by someone he knew, but there was nobody he could see that was his family or friends. He walked among everyone that was near him and then he realized he was being followed by someone; when he turned back he saw a man with old robes, he thought he was Greek until the man spoke.
“You have to apologize my English, in more than two millennia I haven’t perfection it yet. My name is Virgil, nice to meet you” Said the old man, who was walking slowly. “Has you realized, you ended up in a place that not many people expect it”.
“Why, I am here?” Him, replied.
“Because you were a free-thinker my child, as many of the people who end up in here” The old poet replied in a calm voice. “Anyone who dares to go beyond the scripture will end up here”
“I haven’t commit any of the deadly sins. I haven’t killed anyone!”
“You dared to hesitate the benevolence of God and the composition of His Trinity”
“Poet, explain yourself”
“Oh you recognized me, good, good my child” “You see, criminals have a worse fate for the corrupted souls, they end in the purgatorio, where there is no knowledge and there is eternal pain”
“I thought that was hell”
“No. To explain we need to walk, you see in theory we are in space very like Earth, well mostly to Jupiter. We are placed on a continuum where souls can go back to the world of the living, where we can live again if there is a will to forgiveness of the sins committed on Earth. Even for the people who dare to defy God’s existence”
He then remembered, he hesitated about God’s merciful nature when he saw an innocent child dying in front of him, he used to work on an oncology ward at a children hospital. Saint Joseph, was the name, it wasn’t that far away from a football stadium, he was trying to remember but the memories where still somewhere far from him.
That was the moment as a nurse he cursed God’s name, he hesitated that such perfect being could let a child die of cancer… colon cancer, he remembered a little bit as they kept walking to another point of hell.
“My child, we are in the entrance of hell, you see there are Eight Circles but they aren’t as many people imagine”
“They are not full of torture?”
“No; there is no need for souls who had been tortured in life. We are almost near where I want to show you, we are going to meet Charon”
He was quiet as they kept walking, the forest and the fields, he noticed everything was so beautiful and it didn’t even decay. When they reach the point, Virgil was talking about, they reach a lake, a big lake and in the middle, there was a vortex, he was surprised as the vortex lose itself on the infinity of what it was the sky.
“What is this?” He asked.
“This is the basin of the Acheron, the river of the souls, where the mortals are transported to the different realms if they aren’t attached to them or in a lesser case the circles of Hell. You see that vortex?”
“It connects to Purgatorio, the last circle of Hell and lastly Heaven. That torrent is the channel between Lucifer and God themselves. Each extreme is the source of knowledge and divinity and in between the void of nothingness and the realm of the living. I want you to meet Charon, as he can answer your questions more properly than I”
As they approach to the shore of the basin, there was a single man in a canoe, he looked like a fisherman but he was just there looking at the sky, while sitting on his boat.
“Virgil, you got a guest. I am surprised, it has been a busy season and much of my minions are far away doing errands” Said Charon without even looking.
“How do you know we were here?”
“I can sense souls, everyone near me has a unique print that I can sense, that’s why I didn’t even looked behind to know who they were. You and my friend”
“Indeed it is”
“Go ahead and ask him the questions to Charon”
“I have two only, why hell looks so different? And how the people ascending to heaven through that portal see us?”
“Young man, this realm is based on perceptions but there is a set of rules, the way you see us and the way we see you, is a consensus on how we all saw life, that precious gift, as well how he free ourselves from the ideas of fear”
“May you show me please?”
Charon snapped his left-hand fingers and suddenly everything became decay, full of death; fire and gas sprouting from everywhere. He snapped again and everything came back as the way the young man was perceiving before.
“You didn’t fear hell, you didn’t fear death, that’s why damnation didn’t covered your soul, such as the residents of this realm. Opposite to the ones who will go to Heaven and Purgatorio, who fear that falling here will be an eternal punishment and that’s the way they will be treated”
“So is much as life, we create our own reality but also we have a communal consensus. Even if we defy divinity, we are just humans and that is it”
“Exactly” Exclaimed Charon.
“So now what?”

“You have your own personal guide at this moment, I rather say, if you want to explore the philosophical aspect of humanity, you are in the right place. Just be careful, do not get sucked inside the vortex that leads to Limbo, is a world of shadows in which every terrace is covered in suffering and you can lose yourself for eternity”

Sunday, July 24, 2016

The Room Next Door

The Room Next Door
“Please stop!” The door was slammed.
“It wasn’t my fault, the kid just peed his pants at school; he is growing up!”
“It was your fault you whore! He is just like his father; he is not like me!”
“We were separated for almost 2 years; he was born when I was with Tony. You came back and adopt it him”
“Fuck you bitch; I was in the need of a house and you just like to brag to my mistakes. You are a fucking mistake!”
“Screw you, motherfucker you think you are a hot shot, but you aren’t nothing that a has-been”
“Bitch, who do you think you are?”
“Please, let go that bottle”
A noise of a bottle crashing on the north wall.
“I hate you Richard!”
“Oh please, you didn’t hate when you sucked my dick”
“It was out of fucking pity! That’s it I am calling the cops”
He punched her on the face, she fell on the floor and she was crying. Love was a feeling she never experienced and he only experienced hate.
She tried to go and grab the landline, but he just continued punching her. He just continued, until she couldn’t move anymore.

There were sirens not far away; probably a neighbor heard the fight; they didn’t hesitate to call the cops and an ambulance. She was dead on the scene, cranial fracture and internal hemorrhage…mom