Mollie Narutovics
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Blending philosophy with experience, culture with nature, and theories with poetry.
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Legend of the Santybaras
Long ago, in the land of Llawenglen, a grand fir tree grew in the spot where four mountains meet, whose roots were intertwined with a strand of ancient holiday magic. Every year, when the clock struck midnight on the first of December, the magic awoke. A magnificent choir sprung forth from the tree and spread Christmas cheer throughout the land. The santybaras sang as they inaugurated the holiday season by dressing their beloved tree with the shiniest of baubles, sparkliest of garlands, and twinkliest of string lights. They wore hand-knitted sweaters and red hats with white trim and always had hot cocoa ready for serving.
By Mollie Narutovics19 days ago in Fiction
Silent Bite
I didn’t know I was expendable. A façade of frills and smiles lured me in and assured me of my inherent value. There was never a reason to look for red flags. So, when they started popping up, they went unnoticed. That is, until the night of the company holiday party.
By Mollie Narutovics3 months ago in Criminal
Muin
The temptation to wander has left. Dejection settles in its place. A guiding arrow, once followed with absolute resolve, formed from sunrays poking through foliage onto concrete, now points the opposite way. It, too, is unsure of the direction to travel. Conviction morphs into shame when the lack of progress is realised. Only circles have been walked. A forward propulsion by blind faith can solely result in being led astray, though knowledge of this kind is uncommon. Misguided trust is deceptively appealing. Typical when failing to confront beliefs. Sometimes it is easier to trust something outside the body, an external sign or omen. These harbingers are sought after with greedy eyes. Taken from unrelated anecdotes in the landscape. A cloud the shape of death; a tree the epitome of salvation.
By Mollie Narutovics7 months ago in Fiction
The Anders'
The boat was expected to arrive around 5:30 pm. Due to complications along the way, priorities changed and getting the passengers from point A to point B was not the crews’ main focus. So, the boat arrived in the harbour a full four and a half hours later than expected. Naturally, this made some, or most of the passengers quite upset. On any other occasion this would have made Mr. Anders very mad as well, but given the circumstances on this particular day, he sat back in his seat and felt quite relaxed. He was in no hurry to get home. He did not know how he was going to tell her the news, and the extra hours aboard gave him more time to think about how he was going to break it to her.
By Mollie Narutovics2 years ago in Fiction
Central Bar
Tucked away in the small corner of the city, was the bar: Central. The unique architecture and exquisite design made the old place look a little better than the condition it was really in. The shutters were falling from their places and more and more shingles blew from the roof and across the city each time even the slightest of breezes rolled by.
By Mollie Narutovics2 years ago in Fiction
View From Her Pent House
She stands, gazing out at the city of Hampton from the balcony off her pent house apartment above the hotel. Her amber hair blows lightly in the breeze. Her father, a rich lobbyist for the Liberal party who showed no emotion when he talked, bought her this apartment, and it is the best birthday gift, by far, that anyone has given to her.
By Mollie Narutovics2 years ago in Fiction
Kali Sleeps No More
In the dungeonous belly of a decrepit castle, Kali watches patiently as the fissure along the wall slowly gets concealed by the never-ending winter snowfall. Each day as the snow climbs higher, the malicious grin across her face stretches wider. Her original plan was to simply wait for the army to pass, for she wasn't ready to wake, but as they made camp on the ground above her domain, Kali's attitudes shifted and progressed toward hostilities.
By Mollie Narutovics2 years ago in Fiction
The Mantra. Top Story - January 2024.
In the early morning of February 11th, a whisper is barely audible above the dull sound of a fog horn. A monk sits, quietly tracing spirals with his finger in the piles of ground glass in front of him. The mantra he chants would leave anyone else tongue-tied, but he recites it with such melody that it sounds like a song. In his other hand, he holds an obelisk, that begins to glow after the tenth recitation of the mantra.
By Mollie Narutovics2 years ago in Fiction
My Dad's the One in Bright Orange
In cultures and people all over the world, orange takes on many attributes in clear displays of versatility. Buddhist monks wear orange to symbolize sacrifice and the letting go of worldly possessions. It is the national colour of the Netherlands worn to show patriotic pride. Orange is central to Halloween and the allure of a dark and spooky night. Orange brings warmth to the cooling autumn temperatures and a vibrancy to the shades of colours on full display in the changing foliage. As with any colour, orange also has individual impacts. Orange was a colour that stood out to me sometimes brilliantly and other times with sadness. It was obnoxious and warm, two ideas I felt opposed themselves, making it a confusing combination to wrap my head around. At a time when all I wanted was to blend in, orange seemed too attention seeking and loud; and when I did want to stand out, orange was not the colour coinciding with my bold emotional state. In hindsight, my feelings towards the colour had more to do with whom I attached the colour to. There were times when the colour gave me anxiety and made me feel alone, but as I got older, I realized the colour was only trying to challenge me to see things differently so I could become who it knew I was all along. Orange is now a calm presence; the ability to be goofy because it is fun; and a colour of unwavering love: it is the colour of my dad. I truly believe that orange embodies who my dad is in both a literal and figurative sense, and that has greatly influenced me on my journey to finding myself.
By Mollie Narutovics3 years ago in Men
