A calling of adventure to a land you don’t know. Would you answer the calling? Well I did, theres always a reason we are called to such adventures. … More A Little Bit Of Too Much
This is a topic that I have been contemplating to write for some time now. Since, I could not decide whether to write it to the public or personally to Mrs. Johnson, my sophomore teacher. Who for eight years now, kept my feelings of poetry in limbo. I didn’t know if I should shove my once… More How To Write And Read Poetry, Correctly?
I envied the man. Every morning, I would stand behind the wooden counter and watch through the glass window as the man stepped out his luxurious car and into the coffee shop. What was so different form me and him, I wondered. Nothing! His watch always blinded me as he pulled out his wallet and payed for his… More The Secret to Success Is Not Making Good Decisions. Its Actually The Complete Opposite.
Nothing exists. An individual and everything else is merely a figments of the mind’s imagination. The self image of oneself is a creation perceived through the ideas of whatever society one lives in, like an avatar. Everything in our everyday life, is a creation of man. All forms of art, creations of passion, and ideas are a creation of the mind and are… More Nothing Exists
One August night, a young man is visited by Death. Who shares with him meanings of life as well as proving, mathematically, that God exists.… More Proving God Exists. Mathematically.
“Athena” By: Francisco Dosal “So how you been, how’s the realist estate life?” Susan asked as I stood in the living room waiting for Ben to appear. “Good,” I simply answered. Walking towards the kitchen I started looking through their cabinets. “You hungry,” she asked as Ben finally appeared. “You won’t find any alcohol,”… More Athena
A short story on a new was to a revolution.… More To Change the World
short story on the need of separation of church and state.… More Denied By God
I Fell In Love Once and Once Was All I Needed By: Francisco Dosal He drove down to the lake like every other Sunday. No longer for a swim or to talk to the locals who, after Sunday mass, loved taking out the grill and drinking down some “cold ones.” Instead, he now drove his… More This Lake I See
At the age of twelve, I smoked my first cigarette, drank my first alcoholic beverage, and was associated with gang-affiliated individuals, an easy lifestyle. That same year my mother told me, “Las puertas pal dismadre siempre estan abiertas.” At the time I had no idea what she meant, “The doors to chaos are always open?”… More Immigration: Small Step to Peace