Fiction Forge Indy: Silent Night

Monday, December 21, 2015

Silent Night

Silent night, holy night, all is calm, all is bright

Be calm, dear friends, for it is a holy night. No matter your religion, it is a night to calm the desperate fears and quiet the oppressive worries.

Round yon virgin Mother and Child, holy

Not everyone can celebrate, of course. Poverty, war, and disease; these things seem so distant to many, yet are so very real.

Infant so tender and mild,

Yet, for this one moment...this one night, there is hope. As millions of hearts turn toward the thought of peace, our minds begin to work out how.

Sleep in heavenly peace,

All is not lost, my friends, for there will be time for all things. Yes, Randy, even writing. Great things will come from this next year. Great and wonderful things because this wonderfully silent night gives us hope.

Sleep in heavenly peace.

1 comment:

Randy WiremanDecember 21, 2015 at 7:58 PM
Well said, Mike. And "Great and wonderful things because this wonderfully silent night gives us hope." I do have hope. Peace, Brother.
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Mike

Hi. My name is Michael Moir and I'm a writer.

I don't know when I became addicted to the printed word, but over time I have found that I can't put it away from me. My therapist says it has to do with the little yellow books that were forced upon me in Kindergarten (See Spot Run...Run, Spot, Run! RUN!!!), but in the depth of my soul, I know it is deeper than that. I was born with this in my very DNA. Phrasing, grammar, and plot structure are as sure in my being as cytosine is to guanine. It is a dark and wildly fantastic creature that gires and gimbles in the shadowed places of my soul. I have been told that I must find a way to purge the wordful animal within (my therapist recommended me to a witch doctor in the Andes), but I have decided to learn to live with it. This desire, this compulsion, this demon that is writing is me and I am it.

I call him Steve.

Randy

Hi! I am Randy. I'm pretty sure that I started writing when I held my first crayola. Unfortunately, I grabbed the white one which left little proof of my brilliant earlier works! I write fiction that's often centered on gay characters - but sometimes off-centered gay characters, too -Ha! Because of the poor recording or admittance of such affairs due to prevailing political and religious views, such historical possibilities of gay relations are difficult to accept, let alone imagine. But, of course gay relations occurred, and much more often than the historical records dictate. I like to give honor to my gay brothers and sisters of our hushed past by conjuring such situation backdrops of history and breathing life into what I cannot know really occurred, but what I feel is closer to reality than it is to fiction.