Interpreter Stories

I am going to try and upload a poem a day.

A collection of original poetry by myself. I would love to see different interpretations.

When an alien race of Rwequeks partition a small section of North America seeking a rare material, Mitchel is one of the few thousand humans caught up in the political mess. In order to protect his loved ones, Mitchel must interpret for Janis, a distinguished Rwequek noble, and watches as government plots, underlying oppression, and his worst fears unravel. Suspended is a look into challenging morality, intersectional culture, and disability through the lens of a young man whose only weapon is his voice.

It's about this girl called Akeniba who is the only child of her parents. She lives in a village called Dornoh. She is 21 years old. She always dreamed that after going to college, she would travel to the city and be a hotel receptionist before she gets married and settle in the city. Her friends just want to complete school and get married. Let's see if this will deter her from achieving her dreams.

There are words for every feeling in every language Shara Martín knows. In Arabic, the word for heartache folds into the throat like a whisper. In French, love hides behind irony and perfect grammar. In English, pain is clinical. Distant. Manageable. Shara knows how to say goodbye in twenty-four dialects. She just never learned how to mean it. At thirty-two, she is the woman people send into the fire when the world needs clarity. Her tongue is sharp, her reputation sharper. She walks through terminals, embassies, and translation booths with the precision of someone who refuses to be misunderstood. But outside the work, in the margins of time-when the headset is off, and the phone stops buzzing-it's different. That's when the crack shows. Not in her speech, but in the silence. The kind of silence that widens slowly, bringing with it that same ache she thought she'd learned to name. It has nothing to do with being gay. Or being brilliant. Or being alone. It has everything to do with being fluent in everyone else's truth but her own.

This is just a stupid one shot poem thingy I wrote at three am in the morning. The characters depicted are very vague, so much so I don't even know who they are??? They just kinda popped up in my head, and I knew I had to write something about them, so I churned this shitty story out. I hope you enjoy, this took me about an hour to write, and maybe follow me?? idk man do what you want (p.s. Koi No Yokan is a japanese phrase used to describe the moment you meet eyes with someone, and know you two are destined to fall in love. It's different from love at first sight in the way that you know love will happen over time, not that you love them right at that exact moment. Kinda weird, but I thought it was neat, so I used it.)

How do you hold onto a secret when the one person who could expose you comes crashing into your life? How do you continue to keep that secret when this person becomes significant in your life? How do you tell the truth and risk this person leaving your life?

She wanted someone to see her.He was the only one who did.Six years later, fate brings them together again. Mira has forgotten him.Minho never forgot her. But some reunions are more complicated than they seem. Especially when one person is running from the past... And the other refuses to let go.

A collection full of short stories I write. Ones I will probably never finish, ones I feel are finished, and ones I want you to finish. Tell me what you think is going on with each story; what do you interpret?