Victor David @ Dynamic Creed

Once upon a time on my balcony

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Some days you find oddly beautiful fiction that gets your brain gears spinning in the direction of human possibility and contradiction. Like here. This place. Dynamic Creed. At times darkly humorous, generally off the wall, and always evocative and illustrative of the quirks and accidents of verse that follow the human spirit down the corridor of life onto the sidewalk where vagrants count cardboard coins.

Who said that?

My name is Victor David Sandiego, once a derelict child, former drifter, ex-military, realistic progressive, elder contemplator, ex-pat, living in a small town in Mexico.

Not into conformity. Not because I’m some revolutionary but because it’s kind of boring. I’m okay with the supermarket, though.

Anything else?

I write because it enables me to better understand and appreciate the way in which human beings are connected.

Despite all of our differences in geographical location, background, upbringing, education, talent and erratic circumstance, we share the same large helping of humanity.

My intention is to provoke thought.

I publish a new story once a week, Tuesday morning. Watch your inbox; it shall ding in delight.


  • “Very interesting, smart, insightful, and unique”

  • “The lovechild of Gertrude Stein and Hemingway, who of course made Alice B. Toklas feel betrayed so she slipped a half-tab of acid into the baby's formula.”

  • “This shit is too weird for our magazine”

  • “What happened to Billy?”

Writer advice

None here. You probably shouldn’t take it anyway.

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A new story every week, Tuesday morning. I think I already said that.


Victor D. Sandiego
Ex-pat, ex-military progressive. I find beauty in the divine when it'll have me, inside a jail when it won't let me go, and among cultural outcasts on the sidewalks of the city.