Karen Stärke

      I wrote this short story many years ago, while I was in college and started taking Spanish language lessons in a idiom school. I wrote it as an assigment for my classes, originally in Spanish.  It's been credited to another (real?) author on the internet, with the date of 78, but it's decades younger than that.  No, I didn't ghostwrote this. My service offerings as ghostwriter is recent and much due to the situation I'm currently in, which seems like one obvious consequence of having my intellectual property used without permission. I only did two ghostwriting services in the past, as a kid. One of those resulted in a shared guard of the prize, modest for an adult, but a real treasure for two kids at that time. This story inspired in my childhood; since young age, I was interested in science and technology, hence my many screenplays in sci-fi, and was fortunate enough to get a correct explanation, thus being able to write this story.  It will be published in part

       I created this short story orally, by the time I still believed there were wolves on pathways to grandma's house. I used to create lots of them, mostly as plays, but this one was made as a narrative. When I was a teen, I rewrote it for an English class assignment and shortly after that, my school's newspaper published it uncredited. No, it wasn't in 1939; I'm not that old. The Little Girl and the Wolf      One afternoon a big wolf waited in a dark forest for a little girl to come along carrying a basket of food to her grandmother. Finally a little girl did come along and she was carrying a basket of food. "Are you carrying that basket to your grandmother?" asked the wolf. The little girl said yes, she was. So the wolf asked her where her grandmother lived and the little girl told him and he disappeared into the wood.      When the little girl opened the door of her grandmother's house she saw that there was somebody in bed with a nightcap on. She h

Never give all the heart, for love Will hardly seem worth thinking of To passionate women if it seem Certain, and they never dream That it fades out from kiss to kiss; For everything that’s lovely is But a brief, dreamy, kind delight. O never give the heart outright, For they, for all smooth lips can say, Have given their hearts up to the play. And who could play it well enough If deaf and dumb and blind with love? He that made this knows all the cost, For he gave all his heart and lost. Karen Stärke,  as William Butler Yeats, fictional poet .