Kira Viveiros
Bio
my grandfather told me growing up that everything has a story. Every building, person to a grain of sand. I have been writing ever since.
Stories (7/0)
Pearl harbors past part 2
Who is Daniel Burks? There was no picture of him so I’m guessing they didn’t even know. I’m outside just staring at this cafe and I can tell it’s older. The style, the structure, and everything about it. The air smells sweeter and more fresh.
By Kira Viveiros5 days ago in Fiction
Pearl harbors past
The more I go back in time the more I feel myself fading away. But they tell me what I have is a gift and I’ll live more in my short years than anyone living a long happy life. No one asked if I wanted “normal” when they found me. They just assumed that leaping is the only thing I’m good for. That’s what we call it. Leaping isn’t a gift. More of a curse. We age faster. Especially if we go back too far. We couple die in another time if we aren’t too careful. There’s only a handful of us. There’s about 2 of us working for the government. The others hide from us. Maybe living their lives in an other time. I would know. I work in New York , under the city. The tunnels they don’t tell you about. I don’t know the half of it. I am only allowed in one part of the tunnel system. Zone Z. We are asked to mostly “glare at the past” which means we don’t leap. We just look. I can see what happened 5 minutes ago in my neighbors apartment if I wanted to. But he’s a middle age man who just got a divorce. Probably not the best idea. But not the point, I was just giving you an example. I’m not the smartest of men. I broadcasted my travels on the internet and they found me faster then you can say “hi, who are you and why are you at my door?” They pretty much promised me a luxurious life of riches and no worry. “Just come work for us” they said. “It will be fun” they said. But little did I know they meant give my single mother that too good to be true of a life and all the riches. And who could say no to that. They mostly ask me to spy on phone calls anyway. They’ve never asked me to leap. And they haven’t asked the other guy either. His name is Paul by the way. We haven’t talked much. He brought me cold coffee once. I just don’t think he wanted to throw away the coffee he got for himself, forgot about and didn’t want to leave the room to throw it away. Our room is a single desk with all white walls. We get a piece of paper and are told to speak what we see after we glare back from the commands on the sheet. No one else is in there with us. So pretty much they are spying on us all the time. This morning I find myself feeling like I’m 30 rather than a 21 year old. I started getting back pain in my last glare. They told me to look back to 1941 on December 7th. If you don’t know that Pearl Harbor. The massacre caused by Japan. Now yea it was awhile ago. But they believe it’s more than that. They think it was set up by a higher official on our side. I only know this because of what I have seen so far. But I can’t see as much as they’d like with glaring. So doing little pieces at a time. I think there’s a piece of information they need for this time. I feel like an investigating cheat. I don’t have to do much investigation to see. All I need is a picture of the person or the place and I just feel the time. It’s like someone who has perfect pitch. They just know how to work a piano. I just know how to work time.
By Kira Viveirosabout a month ago in Fiction
If my Walls Could Talk
If Walls Could Talk By. Kira Viveiros If walls could talk I could tell the little girl she can hug me. That I have watched her grow up and she wasn't alone. My little Miss Beau. The little girl that resides within my walls. I encompass her and what she calls her bedroom, the kitchen she eats in, the living room she plays in. I am the walls that see everything. Though there are 5 members in total, they rely on me to keep them warm and dry. Slowly neglecting me. But Miss Beau is my favorite to watch. She has nothing to hide like the rest of her family and she's never mistreated me. Her mother, father, grandmother and brother Edward. They have secrets and I have seen every single one. Miss Beau is only 8 years old now but she's most of what I see too. Like we are partners in crime. Following the smell of mischief that glides on my walls. If I could talk I would tell you,
By Kira Viveiros2 months ago in Fiction
Michigan Low Pond
Michigan Low pond In 1948 Michigan Low pond was known within the town of Riverside. In the summers families would join there to swim, fish, camp and pretty much any outdoor activity you could think of. In the winter it was shut off to the public and you were restricted from entering. But foolish kids love to be rule breakers, don’t they? One day, Johnny And Frank, both 9 years old are best friends living in Riverside and they wanted to go fishing. The winter had casted ice on top of Michigan Low pond and Johnny was convinced that ice fishing was the way to go. Frank tried to explain to him how there probably isn't any fish swimming around in Michigan Low with it being this cold. But low and behold Johnny didn't want to hear it. Frank had nothing else to do so he went with Johnny anyway.
By Kira Viveiros2 years ago in Fiction
Untouchable Ground
Guess they were right. Those environmentalists. After awhile the world was a pure wave of radioactivity. The soil itself was the wave of sick. Our ancestors risked their long happy lives for short ones to create this community for the rest who were standing. We live in the sky, not on clouds or anything. But in these high rises that were so high that we could at least with stand the waves. There are 5 buildings in total. Long tunnels connecting us to each building. It was made to stand tall and stay standing up straight for a long time. I’m part of the 3rd generation, born in the sky.
By Kira Viveiros2 years ago in Fiction
