Just Daniel
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I write short fiction when I have time. There are also elements of my life interwoven with fantasy that I incorporated into my writing. I also like the unknown, so enter into the dark, true, and mysterious if you dare...
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The Giants Are Sleeping
There weren't always dragons in the Valley. But there were. Oh there were. How foolish we were to ever think that dragons never existed or that they went extinct many, many eons ago. But here they were! In the flesh, and sleeping within the soil, within the hills and the mountains, powdered with snow. In the Valley and its surrounding environment, everything was teeming with life if you looked closely enough. A slight shimmering of the air, the sudden parting of the clouds, thunder striking twice at the same old oak, but yet the oak still stands, charred to oblivion, and yet still standing tall. All these signs, all these symbols, they are all there around us, if only we would take just one moment to listen, to see, to reflect, to hear, and to be one with nature.
By Just Daniel4 years ago in Fiction
This is not our Freedom
I don't quite know how to word this and I am not quite sure how to condense everything and make it sound like something so simple, which it isn't, but freedom has always been hard fought. Freedom is not something that is just given to us; it is based upon the hard sacrifice of thousands, millions of individuals who want a better life for themselves and their loved ones. People who have been oppressed and are oppressed, will fight harder, harder than anything that they have ever fought for in their lives. I don't believe that anyone in this modern day and age would have ever imagined as large of a conflict as the one that is happening in Europe would ever come into play.
By Just Daniel4 years ago in Humans
The freedom of the flowing waters. Top Story - April 2022.
I can't remember the last time I felt free, like really free. It has been so long since I believe I had that feeling, the feeling of being unencumbered by the weight of the world, by everything and everyone around me.
By Just Daniel4 years ago in Wander
Whooo am I?
The day started off just like any other. People got up early for work, their hair disheveled and looking like bird nests, children sitting up in bed and wiping the remnants of their dreams from their eyes and the drool off of their faces. Any later and the drool on those children would've dripped off of their chin and onto the floor. Husbands and wives were equally putting on their work outfits, doing some last minute ironing, opening up the fridge, finding the eggs, milk, orange juice, and bacon and then laying out everything out on the counter. Slices of bread popped into the toaster, cereal boxes on the table in case the bacon and eggs don't get cooked in time. You know, the usual hussle and bussle as almost every human being under the rising Arizona sun was waking up and throwing themselves into the day and seeing what awaits them.
By Just Daniel4 years ago in Fiction
Writing
Writing: A bit redundant. I should expect it to be fairly obvious that many people on this platform would talk about writing as their creative outlet: a place to release their thoughts into the world and have people relate to and/or sympathize with their struggles. Sometimes the news of the world and everything that happens around us humans gets us down and we are just lost into the darkness.
By Just Daniel4 years ago in Fiction
