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kacperniburski

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Third time’s a charm

This is the beginning of the end and the end of the beginning. School has finished, summer has become, and I’m sure there’s something to be said about it all. Here’s your chance: Essay-a-week Challenge. I’ll let David do most of the talking: “Hark, essayists!  Bloggers, behold! The school year has drawn to a close, … Continue reading

300 words too many

Below is a piece I wrote regarding an incident that happened in Kuwait, where a Kazakhstani shooter won an event and rather than the national anthem, Borat’s parody played instead. I hate everything below. I post it to remind myself that people change but the stories we tell don’t – or at least, not if … Continue reading

Year two

It’s been two years and look how much you’ve grown. From nothing, you’ve become everything. Heartaches and love, happiness and sadness, sins and blessings – you contained it all. You even contain what isn’t here yet – the future. Because for two years, blog, you’ve chronicled the sparse moments in my life and how I’ve … Continue reading

A letter

Dear anybody, I’ve gotten into a habit of writing letters to the people who mean the most to me, and this one’s for you. I apologize for only getting to writing this earlier today, but you have to understand that I’ve been busy. I was stuck doing this and that, and that and this, and … Continue reading

Forever 21

It was my birthday and I showered in the cold. For one reason or another, the heater didn’t seem to be working in the house. The faucet instead bled ice and each elastic band I had for a limb stretched into the water hesitantly. I tried to wash myself quickly. The globe around me was … Continue reading

Commercial Break

On the last day of Earth, Earl Milosc overslept his alarm. He was a veteran and a bachelor – a forgotten patriot with bones too rickety, eyes too weak, and hands too unsteady to do any useful work. He was 46, and as he slept, he flashed a yellow-toothed smile that had seen everything, from … Continue reading

Summer

No one knew it yet, not even me. As the fireworks roared over the moonlit water and the festive colours began to fade into the inky black of night, I thought that I would only wander. To France then to England. To continue on and on where my mind and body could. My worries would … Continue reading

I was born

Below is an assignment for my literature class. It was meant as a reflection on the novel Frankenstein, though I’ll admit the parallels are subtle at best. I have difficulty, besides in a few places, making more direct allusions to the text. I’ll save that for people with a more deft hand than my own … Continue reading

Artistry, humanity, and whatever is left

To the surprise of no one at all, I nearly failed grade eight art. I could pretend that I was one of the greats that were denied critical fame with avant-garde masterpieces, but I won’t. I think back to the artwork I submitted over the years and I remember them as bubbling masterworks of creative … Continue reading

Cheers to that

“If God were alive today, he’d be an atheist.” Cheer licked his lips as he said it. “Believe it. Imagine what it would be like if God were still around. We’d have floods, plagues, and a race of people apparently better than anyone else. What I’m saying is that it would be no different from … Continue reading