Ben, not only wrote an amazing science fiction novel, but he also wrote many short stories and poems. Some were for school assignments and others were for himself. Here is some of his creative writing.
Ben, describing a hero...
"There are many traits that are required to become a hero. No one is ever born a hero, they are made into one. It takes several skills, but in truth, there isn’t a whole lot that is needed to be a hero. All that is needed, is pronounced determination, a will to fight, and a heart to be there for others when they are in need.
A hero can overcome simple tasks, changing the lives of many in simple gestures and making the days of everyday people just a little brighter. A hero could also be someone who takes a stand and will put all their heart and soul into their goals. They keep on pushing until they cannot push any longer, and that truly marks courage."
~ Ben Obadia
"There are many traits that are required to become a hero. No one is ever born a hero, they are made into one. It takes several skills, but in truth, there isn’t a whole lot that is needed to be a hero. All that is needed, is pronounced determination, a will to fight, and a heart to be there for others when they are in need.
A hero can overcome simple tasks, changing the lives of many in simple gestures and making the days of everyday people just a little brighter. A hero could also be someone who takes a stand and will put all their heart and soul into their goals. They keep on pushing until they cannot push any longer, and that truly marks courage."
~ Ben Obadia
A SAD STORY
by Ben Obadia
He reached. For a lone single hope that to his dismay had gone beyond his grasp. One last memory before his depart. His eyes, filled with tears, his hands trembled. He hoped that this wasn’t the last time he would see the busy lights of the streets, the hopeful glow of the buildings. He felt the harsh rain against his skin, sheets of water rushing down, plummeting to the ground. He watched, as the world around him slowed, everything in a blur.
Hope was the only thing that carried him forward. He stood alone, in the obscurity of the night, no one to console him, nowhere to go… nowhere to live. He reached.
He remembered the days where he didn’t have to worry, the days where the world made sense, a time in which he was joyful, and always used to laugh. A time where there was a new adventure around each corner of his life. It was when he had the world by his side, and everyone was there to comfort him. A time where he had a place to live, and food to eat, a time where he hadn’t a care at all. A time… long gone.
He reached, for his last desires, before the looming fate before him would swallow him up. His feet clipped the pavement, the only sound in the silent night. His clothes were wet, and his body was sore. He didn’t know how much further he had to go. He didn’t know if he would survive, he didn’t know if he had the chance… but he pressed on.
Though all he’d been through, he felt the slightest glimmer of hope, beckoning him. Like the light at the end of the tunnel, it stood there… waiting for him. He looked up at the moon, looming over the scene, the stars above, and the city lights around him. Bright. Hope. He reached.
He watched as the man approached him, a gentle smile of understanding on his face. He wondered where he would take him, whether his life would change forever, for the good or the bad. A hint of relief flooded through him, as the man put out his hand, an offering he had never gotten before. So… he reached.
©2014 benobadia
by Ben Obadia
He reached. For a lone single hope that to his dismay had gone beyond his grasp. One last memory before his depart. His eyes, filled with tears, his hands trembled. He hoped that this wasn’t the last time he would see the busy lights of the streets, the hopeful glow of the buildings. He felt the harsh rain against his skin, sheets of water rushing down, plummeting to the ground. He watched, as the world around him slowed, everything in a blur.
Hope was the only thing that carried him forward. He stood alone, in the obscurity of the night, no one to console him, nowhere to go… nowhere to live. He reached.
He remembered the days where he didn’t have to worry, the days where the world made sense, a time in which he was joyful, and always used to laugh. A time where there was a new adventure around each corner of his life. It was when he had the world by his side, and everyone was there to comfort him. A time where he had a place to live, and food to eat, a time where he hadn’t a care at all. A time… long gone.
He reached, for his last desires, before the looming fate before him would swallow him up. His feet clipped the pavement, the only sound in the silent night. His clothes were wet, and his body was sore. He didn’t know how much further he had to go. He didn’t know if he would survive, he didn’t know if he had the chance… but he pressed on.
Though all he’d been through, he felt the slightest glimmer of hope, beckoning him. Like the light at the end of the tunnel, it stood there… waiting for him. He looked up at the moon, looming over the scene, the stars above, and the city lights around him. Bright. Hope. He reached.
He watched as the man approached him, a gentle smile of understanding on his face. He wondered where he would take him, whether his life would change forever, for the good or the bad. A hint of relief flooded through him, as the man put out his hand, an offering he had never gotten before. So… he reached.
©2014 benobadia
My Story slam
by Ben Obadia
I wake up in a room, cold sweat running down my face
First I think I'm lost, I'm scared, please get me out of this place
I see the drapes I see the bed
I hear the voices in my head
Have I gone mad have I gone insane?
A million questions ravage my brain
And that’s when the doctor enters, with the tapping of her shoes
My heart begins to pound as she delivers the dreadful news
I just need an explanation
A justification
A reason for this proclamation
I didn't agree to this condemnation
All I want is an answer
I didn't choose this fate
But I may fear that it's too late
I can't last long in this state
The truth is I have cancer
Is that what she truly said?
Did I here her words right?
Sh–Shout it louder I can't hear you!
From the thoughts of despair filling my heart!
Shout it louder I can't hear you!
The cancer inside is tearing me apart!
That’s what they told me back in 2002
I was no more than three years old so what could I do?
I started treatment, with drugs I had never heard of before
My new home was in the hospital; my old life was no more
In and out of it everyday
Not knowing if I'll be ok
From the setting of the sun to the rise of the moon
I pleaded for it to be over soon
In and out of clinics I went
My body feeling drained and spent
I didn't hurt but inside I knew
There wasn't anything I could do
As I grew older, nothing changed, cancer stayed alongside
And less and less was I able to see the distant world outside
Now let me throw two words at you:
BEING NORMAL
A phrase without a proper definition
Yet we all seem to have our own rendition
And for some, like me, we didn’t seem to fit into any position
We were isolated in cancer’s prison with no say or decision
We were different! And not by choice, no
We hadn’t an option we hadn’t a voice
But when you have to get more needles in a month than some do their entire life
It feels like someone has stabbed your heart and twisted the knife
You see we can’t escape our disparity
But we’re not so different you and me
I breathe the same air, and that I am sure
But still I am put through more pain in a day than anyone of any age should ever endure
And no one truly knows what it’s like!
Withstanding each day inside a living hell
Trapped never knowing when you might bid farewell
You can think you know what it’s like all you want
But dammit it’s not true!
No one will EVER know unless it’s happened to you
They say that they know what I’m going through
Their family member had cancer too
But they themselves will NEVER know
The pain that that family member has to undergo
This was my life
THIS was my normal
Now I didn’t concern myself with actuality
I didn’t want to bring myself back to reality
The cancer had gone away and returned but finally I was beginning my descent
But the nightmares returned when I realized my chances of living was at 40%
Shout it louder I can’t hear you!
From the thoughts of despair filling my heart
Shout it louder I can’t hear you!
The cancer inside is tearing me apart!
In 2008, finally the day had come, my long haul till the end
I would leave my home for three months straight
My temporary prison would await
My heart was beating my mind was reeling
I couldn’t contain what I was feeling
Now I had always been one to hold back the tears
I had always been afraid to upset my peers
But as I sat there with my family, looking at nothing but the ceiling
I couldn’t hold it back anymore; I couldn’t prevent what I was feeling
I cried
I let the rain fall down from the sky
My pain was too much to say goodbye
I looked to my family I couldn’t handle seeing them sad
Through this all, they were the most important thing that I still had
I had to do this for them, for me
I’m a knight riding to freedom under the rising stars
My determination was symbolized from my many scars
I won’t wait for this to cease, or wait for it to pass
I would march straight out from those doors and kick cancer’s ass
I walked in there and went through the most intense three months to date
But come the end, the doctor approached me one last time and told me my fate
I was cured
Shout it louder I can't hear you!
Let it be heard, I'm out I'm free!
Shout it louder I can't hear you!
My cancer has finally been forced to flee!
©2015 benobadia
by Ben Obadia
I wake up in a room, cold sweat running down my face
First I think I'm lost, I'm scared, please get me out of this place
I see the drapes I see the bed
I hear the voices in my head
Have I gone mad have I gone insane?
A million questions ravage my brain
And that’s when the doctor enters, with the tapping of her shoes
My heart begins to pound as she delivers the dreadful news
I just need an explanation
A justification
A reason for this proclamation
I didn't agree to this condemnation
All I want is an answer
I didn't choose this fate
But I may fear that it's too late
I can't last long in this state
The truth is I have cancer
Is that what she truly said?
Did I here her words right?
Sh–Shout it louder I can't hear you!
From the thoughts of despair filling my heart!
Shout it louder I can't hear you!
The cancer inside is tearing me apart!
That’s what they told me back in 2002
I was no more than three years old so what could I do?
I started treatment, with drugs I had never heard of before
My new home was in the hospital; my old life was no more
In and out of it everyday
Not knowing if I'll be ok
From the setting of the sun to the rise of the moon
I pleaded for it to be over soon
In and out of clinics I went
My body feeling drained and spent
I didn't hurt but inside I knew
There wasn't anything I could do
As I grew older, nothing changed, cancer stayed alongside
And less and less was I able to see the distant world outside
Now let me throw two words at you:
BEING NORMAL
A phrase without a proper definition
Yet we all seem to have our own rendition
And for some, like me, we didn’t seem to fit into any position
We were isolated in cancer’s prison with no say or decision
We were different! And not by choice, no
We hadn’t an option we hadn’t a voice
But when you have to get more needles in a month than some do their entire life
It feels like someone has stabbed your heart and twisted the knife
You see we can’t escape our disparity
But we’re not so different you and me
I breathe the same air, and that I am sure
But still I am put through more pain in a day than anyone of any age should ever endure
And no one truly knows what it’s like!
Withstanding each day inside a living hell
Trapped never knowing when you might bid farewell
You can think you know what it’s like all you want
But dammit it’s not true!
No one will EVER know unless it’s happened to you
They say that they know what I’m going through
Their family member had cancer too
But they themselves will NEVER know
The pain that that family member has to undergo
This was my life
THIS was my normal
Now I didn’t concern myself with actuality
I didn’t want to bring myself back to reality
The cancer had gone away and returned but finally I was beginning my descent
But the nightmares returned when I realized my chances of living was at 40%
Shout it louder I can’t hear you!
From the thoughts of despair filling my heart
Shout it louder I can’t hear you!
The cancer inside is tearing me apart!
In 2008, finally the day had come, my long haul till the end
I would leave my home for three months straight
My temporary prison would await
My heart was beating my mind was reeling
I couldn’t contain what I was feeling
Now I had always been one to hold back the tears
I had always been afraid to upset my peers
But as I sat there with my family, looking at nothing but the ceiling
I couldn’t hold it back anymore; I couldn’t prevent what I was feeling
I cried
I let the rain fall down from the sky
My pain was too much to say goodbye
I looked to my family I couldn’t handle seeing them sad
Through this all, they were the most important thing that I still had
I had to do this for them, for me
I’m a knight riding to freedom under the rising stars
My determination was symbolized from my many scars
I won’t wait for this to cease, or wait for it to pass
I would march straight out from those doors and kick cancer’s ass
I walked in there and went through the most intense three months to date
But come the end, the doctor approached me one last time and told me my fate
I was cured
Shout it louder I can't hear you!
Let it be heard, I'm out I'm free!
Shout it louder I can't hear you!
My cancer has finally been forced to flee!
©2015 benobadia