Novel Allen
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You can only become truly accomplished at something you love. (Maya Angelou). Genuine accomplishment is not about financial gain, but about dedicating oneself to activities that bring joy and fulfillment.
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Partying Divas
"This is Captain Grace Emberly, on behalf of myself, my co-pilot Paul Blakely and the flight crew, let me welcome all you ladies on board. Your flight to Las Vegas today will be roughly four hours long, please sit back, relax and enjoy the onboard hospitality.
By Novel Allen3 years ago in Viva
Dream Flight ✈
Within autonomous flights of dream processing, of Oneirology, between the correlations of dreaming and the functioning of my brain waves, between flights of understanding brain works during dreaming, between pertinent memory formation and mental parameters, I sleep and dream, flying on wings of the conscious and the unconscious.
By Novel Allen3 years ago in Psyche
Flight of the Phoenix
The magnificent fiery red phoenix rose majestically from the burning embers of her predecessor's ashes. Her golden-green flecked head, its august tendrils rising, still burning, billowed from the splendid crest of her head. The strikingly spectacular widespread wings of the mighty bird mirrored the golden colors of her upper body, held high in pride and triumph. Xinnia's immortality had been once more renewed with the warmth of the life-giving sun blazing overhead.
By Novel Allen3 years ago in Fiction
OUTBREAK!
Flight 666, a direct flight from the US to the UK, was filled to capacity. It was a huge jumbo jet carrying people of many different nationalities. No one seemed to notice the ominous number of their scheduled departure. They were on time, all passengers were accounted for, all preparations had been made and with the sun shining brightly, the aircraft had lifted off into the sky.
By Novel Allen3 years ago in Fiction
Granny Grimpin's flying Fortress
Grimpin's Flying Fortress floated high above the clouds. It was a fairly clear day and one would catch glimpses of birds flying below and betwixt the intermittent parting of the billowing, wispy canopied whiteness below. Granny Grimpin, as everyone fondly called her, was snoring at the controls again. Luckily, Mavre was wide awake. Mavre was Grandma Grimpin's granddaughter, she was only eighteen years old, but she had the same wandering, independent and stubborn streak as her grandmother. Mavre adored the adventurous, snoring, and kindhearted woman leaning against the window, nodding off again.
By Novel Allen3 years ago in Fiction
