#carmeliawrites

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Hii

I'm Carmelia and I write sometimes.

I'm currently working on the books Searching for Augustine, and The Olive Green Book.

I haven't yet figured out where it's going, or how to sort it but here's the Index for all of it:

Searching for Augustine

(Start at Michael Silvera Chapter 1)

Preface

Broadcasts:

Broadcast 49

Broadcast 17

Broadcast 56

Diary of Michael Silvera:

14 November 2005

15 November 2005

Magnus Silvera:

Chapter 1 <- Start here

Chapter 2

The Olive Green Book

Prologue

tw: self harm, suicide

(No plot, only vibes)

Chapters:

I - The Destroyer of worlds

II - La Cemeteria de Flores

III - Sunflowers

IV - Dreams

V - Hazel

Singles (they fit somewhere in the narrative dunno where)

Sony

Sony 2

Eulogies

Gazes

Bombs

Stage 6

The Garden of Death

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Preface

Augustine Silvera was a Radio broadcaster born sometime in the early 20th century, Her diary and broadcasts remain one of the most insightful pieces of Postmodern pieces of literature found in India.

She lived a long life, dissapearing sometime after the 1980s, She was presumed to be dead as she suffered from Alzheimer's in her later years.

Her body was never found; Neither was her Diary, presumed lost along with her.

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Broadcast 17 By Augustine Silvera

17th December 1927.

Oh this is good ladies, gentlemen... oh this is very incredibly good.

Really what about it you ask?

Oh this, this is the Seventeenth Broadcast by Yours Truly, Augustine Silvera.

Now you may beasking, Augustine, what's so special about today's Broadcast, why not 15, or any other nice looking number to celebrate with?

and... You'll be completely correct. 15, and 20, and 25,

each one of them is a milestone, but you see, I started this little broadcast of mine to send messages to a certain someone, and their birthday, is on the seventeenth. so I'm up here in my little cottage, celebrating this little milestone, oh and to my beloved, Happy Birthday My dear, I hope the day goes well for you.

But oh well, in other news, Tensions rise between The British and China, furthering our communal anxiety towards our long term well-being.

The Inflation goes up to an all time high as we take the shiny road towards a global recession.

And our dear Mahatma visits Ceylon. I wish for his safe return to India soon.

A listener of the broadcast and a dear friend of mine asked me to talk on the subject of war.

They asked me one day over some chai, Hey Auggie, Do you think there'll be another World War and I said Of course. It is a defining trait of Humanity, Historically in times of peace the people pray for there to be no more war and every time their wishes are denied by the gods.

War is imminent I said, as Imminent as rain in this godforsaken weather. I swear it sees more swings than my mood, But for anyone listening who may be as in love with the rain as i am, know that my knees tell me it's gonna rain soon But that's all we have for today folks.

Until next time, enjoy the rains in our beautiful country.

Until next time, Adios, Goodbye, and Alwida.

I have been your host, Augustine Silvera, And now coming up, The Barley Brothers! Performing a song, Cupid's heart, written by Yours Truly.

[At this point "The Barley Brothers Come on the radio to perform, The recording must have not been stopped. however the broadcast had ended at this point]

Oh My My,

Wouldn't you like to see,

The billion stars,

In our galaxy.

Oh my love, please don't you Run Away, in this miserable Night, oh don't you go away Quiet in the Night.

Now cupid walks through me, seeing you away, So full, of color and sway.

oh Cupid has me struck, and I'm whispering to the Air.

I love you I love you I love you,

Don't you run away.

oh cupid has me struck,

and now I'm smitten slightly oh my,

So smitten lightly, in these darken days.

and politely I say someday,

to your face,

Embarrassed and guilty,

I love you I love you I love you,

I say...

[The recording ends here however a bit of background instrumentals continued playing which probably meant that the song continued on.

On further investigation no other recording of the song was found however I found multiple newspapers from the same year talking about the Hit Song, Cupid's Heart by The Barley Brothers.]

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The Garden of Death

I have a date, A Date! I was panicked slightly. I was panicking yes. It was my first date you see, we were going to an art museum, me and coeur. It was going to be amazing. I didn't have any plans necessarily as to what I was going to do with her. I would just go there and figure it out.

But really I had everything planned, my brain would not have let me sleep otherwise. So anyway, I picked out and made a bouquet of daisies from our flower shop. Dressed up all dandy and went out for the date.

We were going to meet up at this cafe close by and then go to the museum, i wAlked there, all nervous and a wreak. what if i fucked it up? i thought, quickly getting rid of it. It wasnt to think up negativity or you'll create it. I was waiting... and waiting... and waiting... until the sun was high up and coeur was still nowhere to be seen.

I had been stood up, i thought, I had waited for the last 2 hours, the daisies resting on the table. I was beginning to lose hope, really why did I think that someone like coeur would actually want to go out on a date with me. she was gorgeous... and I was, well, me.

The barista looked almost worried by my sudden lack of hope. She almost sensed it, haunting my thoughts i suppose, looking into me, through me, across me, outside, i followed her gaze to see a girl who looked like coeur, almost getting hit by a car, twice, as she crossed the road to enter the cafe. "Hi!", she said to me, looking embarrassed.

"Hey", i responded back, nervous, she was late.

"I'm sorry I'm late", She said, "It's all right really", i said, it wasn't. "Here have the flowers, i got them for you", I said, "Thanks!" She replied, gushing. we went out and to the museum. She explained on the way why she was late, she was at the Hospital, didn't say why, and about her family. It was all right, i suppose, it was reasonable. I wasn't one to push for more than someone would like to share.

We entered the gallery, it was an amateur one really, she yabbled on about the art pieces, i looked at her mesmerized by how she knew all this. the piece in front of us was apparently called the garden of death, by hugo simberg, it was quite terrifying to my eyes, skills staring at you as it tended to flowers on shelves. it had a unique charm to it, i found it melancholic, and we moved on, so did the date.

It went amazingly, i came back home with heaven in my eyes and sat against the door for a while.

She's going to be the Love of my Life, I thought.

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Kis muh se kehte ho janab tum eid mubarak

kya aaye

kya mile

kya gale lagaya

kis muh se kehte ho tum mujhe eid mubarak

jab tumne na meri ada samjhi

na meri aas

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And isn't a pen as good as a gun when you're too cowardly to pull the trigger

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you guys actually have no idea how awesome they are

like

gosh

I'm poisoned with hesitancy to adore them because they're too afraid

and this is happening for the second time with a different person because the universe is dumb

LIKE STOP RECYCLING THE PLOT

granted the foreground plot is better

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OH NO!

he's racist