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    Until Forever Becomes the End
    Until Forever Becomes the End
    Until Forever Becomes the End
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    Until Forever Becomes the End

    By Joan Barbara Simon

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    This collection of poetry and prose stems from the creative writing module offered at the University of Luxembourg as part of the Bachelor in European Cultures for the academic year 2011-2012

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherJoan Barbara Simon
    Release dateAug 22, 2012
    ISBN9781476099354
    Until Forever Becomes the End
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    Joan Barbara Simon

    Dr Joan Barbara Simon writes historical fiction, romance novels and erotic literary fiction. Her novel, Mut@tus (2009), was shortlisted for the Eight Cuts Gallery Prize. Her historical novel, Long Time Walk on Water (2009), has been described as 'a reggae-type experience full of pride, poise & grace' (Goodreads). Joan's latest work of erotic literary fiction - Verses Nature - has been called compulsive repulsive reading. '200% delicious sin and literary genius', It tells of an erotic Kampf that could well end tragically... 'I've been called a literary terrorist. I rather like that. I've also been called a woman with a dick. I like that even more.' Joan lives in Luxembourg and has recently completed a second Ph.D. She's now on the lookout for new challenges.

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      Until Forever Becomes the End - Joan Barbara Simon

      Foreword

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      Am I

      As I am

      I am not

      I am not as I can be

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      Could be

      That I am not

      As I should be

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      Should I be

      As I am

      I will be

      How I can

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      Can I be

      How I am not

      Stay I shall

      What I should

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      (To Be or Not to Be, Joan Barbara Simon, 2009)

      Mey PARNIAN

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      Life and future visions. Attached to his skin. Like the sticker on a shampoo. Like when the little girl. Tries to get it off. But does not succeed. He does not succeed. But he knows. He does not want to know. But he knows.

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      Until Forever Becomes the End

      He was scared. For obvious reasons. He ran into the forest. Leaves crunching. With every step he took. Crunch crunch crunch. Every step he took. Got him closer to his. Future. He knew about. He was running to escape. Only that he could not escape. And also that he knew. Every breath he took. In and out. Got him closer. To what he was running away from. Every breath he took. One heavier. Than the other.

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      Other than that nothing was really going on. You see, George and I were meant to be together forever. In fact, we have been together since forever, as long as a forever there has been. My sweaty palms, fingers tight in one another, as if in prayer sitting neatly on my bed, creating two perfect ninety degree angles with my body waiting for a future. The only thing I knew was that I knew not what that future was meant to be. So I waited patiently for something to happen as I listened to my heart tick faster.

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      Faster than his legs. Could carry him. Tick boom boom. This time it was his heart. Beating faster. All he could hear. He could see. Where this was going. With every change he made.  The image became clearer. He escaped. To make a change. Tick boom boom. His brain. Was exploding. Yet he knew. It was not going to happen.  He believed. In change. He knew. It was not true. In green and brown. Crunchy and slippery. Like the lost nut. A squirrel is impatiently looking for. Lost in that wet forest. In the dry forest. No longer. Conscious of all. He fell. And for once. It was unexpected.

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      Unexpected, the knock on the old brown door, made of what I believe was an oak tree. The wallpaper on both sides ... fainted: fallen apart, and a colour...the wallpaper had fainted. I was no longer in control of my heart, my dark red blood, my brain, the veins, my eyes; this was the closest I was able to get to the future. You see, we had swapped our lives to become each other. I no longer knew that because now I was George’s life, thanks to the technologies. And George never knew anything, until now. Now he knows all.

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      All because Jane knows all. He was meant to be. Forever. Living. Being with her. And they will be. He knows. So they decided to swap lives. For a change. For a couple of hours. It was the third hour. Forever may end. If his heartbeat ends. Now. He wants to take. Time. Ask himself how Jane does it. It hurts. He feels. Forever is going to end. Now. He knows. It will not. The scenery around him. It’s the same. Crunch boom boom. Only that he is no. Longer in the same place. He can’t take his time. Crunch tick boom. All in one. For itself. He wanted this. But not this. Way.

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      Way to go, George; I can’t believe how our forever has functioned when you are so slow and me so fast. I can’t believe our forever is meant to become eternity when forever we will remain different, not to mention that we will become different. The knock on the door was over. And so was the only excitement the George in me had had in those three hours and 24 minutes. That’s the most of the future I will know, the ticking clock, it will be ticking like my heart will be ticking and my blood will be flowing through my veins the way George is running away from his life.

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      Life and future visions. Attached to his skin. Like the sticker on a shampoo. Like when the little girl. Tries to get it off. But does not succeed. He does not succeed. But he knows. He does not want to know. But he knows. That, like that little girl. He will achieve. In 1 hour. That what is left. Of five hours. Hours of the swap. The legs moving. Yet the heart. Beating. Hurting his everything. The sweat on the neck. Sticking to the long hair. His mom has been wanting. To cut since forever. – Sticking to the neck. Closer he gets.

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      Getting angry is the second biggest excitement so far, yet it appeared only on the inside, since me being such a calm person, well the George in me. I squeezed my hands even more into each other, with a lot more strength, so that it would hurt, but it didn’t. I wonder if I will ever see him the same way. Will we remember this experience? If yes, will we know it was each other? Well I obviously will not know that yet, since I don’t know

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