Fakespeare by Bogdan Dragos

A black and white historical drawing of a king being pointed at by his queen and an old woman
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he sat on his knees

before the


by the window

and tapped swiftly

on the screen

of the cheap tablet he’d

bought second hand

It had only a few apps

and the one

he used was

the notes app

It’s hell having to tap

on a screen

to write

but the alternative was

scratching words with

a pen on


and those couldn’t be sent

anywhere these days

He had to get with

the times

At night he kept dreaming

of a device that

would turn one’s thoughts

into written words.

The future will

bring that for sure, but

for now he couldn’t even


a small laptop

It’s hell having the

words in

you, ready to blaze out,

and not being able to

offer them the means

Oh, he

was frustrated, alright

And behind him a

woman’s voice

kept asking ‘when’

“When what?”

he snapped back at it

“Oh, you went deaf

now?” she said.

“I’m tryin’ to focus

on something.”

“Listen to yourself! Focus,

wow. Focus on

what? Playing games

on your tablet

like a child?”

“Goddammit! I told you already,

I’m not

playing games! These things

aren’t only for playing

games! I use

it to write. I’m


And I need to focus.”

“Writing? Oh, listen to

yourself. Writing, wow.

What the hell

are you writing, Fakespeare?

Nursery rhymes?

How about you get off

that slab for

ten goddamn minutes and

go buy your mother

a six-pack from

the store?

Gosh, I swear, the drinking age

is wasted on you. When

was the last time

you got out with

friends and

enjoyed a party or somethin’?

All you do is

lock yourself in

your dark room with books. Yet

despite all those books

you still don’t know

how to do taxes in this


“Nobody does, mom. Besides,

there aren’t any

taxes to do, we’re poor

in case you forgot.”

“Shit, we ain’t that

poor. An’ if you hate it

that much why don’t

you get up and

do something about it? Go

marry some girl

from a rich family and stop

being poor. Ah, but wait,

your books didn’t teach

you how to

get bitches, did they? You’re

clueless. I bet you

don’t even know

how to talk

to a girl. You

haven’t seen pussy since

the day you came out, an’ even

then you had your eyes closed.

You haven’t touched a boob

since the days you

sucked milk out of them.

Ah, your father

would be so


Just then,

in the length of a


he got up and grabbed

the tablet and

smashed it against

her head

The screen cracked in

spider web patterns

and she dropped on a knee,

holding her head,

looking up at her son

with the horror of one

who fell in the

tiger’s enclosure at the


Two consecutive


blurred her vision

with tears

Her throat reached out

for words

but could find only


Holding back the urge to

kick her head in,

he whirled on a heel

and stormed out of

the room

and out of the small apartment


in the cold streets

without his jacket

The very world around him

held an essence of

pure poverty

and anger at that poverty.

Everybody was

frustrated and ready to

explode, even

the dogs scouting the


For him it

wasn’t the first time

he swore never to

return home, but it was

the first time

he did what he always imagined

himself doing

It finally happened. And now

he didn’t know how

to feel about it

He walked around town

in search for

an answer

When he found himself tired

enough to

need to sit down

he found himself in

front of

the public library

Might as

well get in


Bogdan Dragos supervises casinos for a gambling company, working twelve-hour shifts locked in a dark office full of TV monitors. There he mostly daydreams and writes poems and stories. He also manages a poetry blog Daydreaming as a profession.

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13 Comments Add yours

  1. Terveen Gill says:

    Bogdan tears apart a writer’s self-esteem in this wonderfully written and imaginative piece. It’s a son against his mother and a writer against a non-believer. I believe many writers and readers will be able relate to both. And that smashing reaction to a mother’s insensitive words and callous attitude may be good for fiction, but I’m not sure about the real world. Maybe walking away and sitting at the library may be the safer and less bloodier option. I wonder where things will go from here…
    Congratulations Bogdan!

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    1. ─=≡Σ(((つ•̀ω•́)つ Thanks!

      From what most stories of success tell us, it is only after you’ve given up on trying to fit in that real success comes your way.
      So… I hope it did come his way in the end :))

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  2. Daily Poetry says:

    My mother luckily was always supportive of me writing. Better than hanging out with shady characters. But I get the part somebody just don’t believe you have it in you of being a writer. There are always people who say dumb things like: “everyone can write a book…”

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    1. ( ° ͜ʖ͡°) Hahaha, yea, anyone can write a book… until they actually try :))

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  3. jonicaggiano says:

    This really does make one think about one’s cynical voices. It can be hurtful too. Writing is not easy it takes work and imagination too. I really enjoyed how you included other issues that the writer was also getting hammered for as well. I hope this piece makes readers think about the importance of having someone support and appreciate your work. Great piece! Big hugs my writer friend!

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    1. Thank you, Joni! (◕‿◕)
      You’re right. Having someone, just one soul in your life to believe in you and support your dreams, or simply to not be part of the crowd that looks down on you for the choice you made to dedicate yourself to the writing craft can make all the difference in the world.
      ( “・ω・゙)

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      1. jonicaggiano says:

        So true my creative friend. So glad we have the support and care for one another. Blessings to you Dragos, I loved your piece. You are most welcome. ❤️

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        1. (っ╹◡╹)っ⊂(╹ω╹⊂)

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        2. jonicaggiano says:

          Oh this is so sweet. 🦋

          Liked by 1 person

  4. Andrew Dabar says:

    Excellent! What more can I say?

    The tears of the mother moved me. The spiderweb crack in the screen of the tablet gave me a pain! I was like, “Noooooo!”

    Liked by 2 people

    1. It’s hard being a writer (or anything at all) in a world of nonbelievers…

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