Magical Realism
Weaving the Canadian Mosaic: Living the dream
Kat sensed the environment as if she was a feral beast. In the stillness she heard her heartbeat, then the leaves rustling. They sounded the drum roll for a chorus of crickets chirping. The chorus adjusted their rhythm as the echoes of an occasional car or airplane passed in the distance. The chant of nature recreated the history of the land. She was a part of nature. She stood as an outsider, on the mast of the ship of Theseus who asked if a ship that is restored, with all the wooden parts replaced, is the same ship. Heraclitus asked if a river, whose water is replenished, is the same river. Plutarch stated you never step twice into the same river.
By Katherine D. Graham2 years ago in Chapters
The Symphony of Sun: Morning Revelations and Reflections
As the first tendrils of dawn unfurled across the sky, a hushed anticipation lingered in the air. The world was still draped in the velvety embrace of night, yet the edges of darkness were softening, giving way to the gentle glow of daybreak. In this liminal moment, a symphony of nature's instruments began to tune up, an orchestra of birdsong, rustling leaves, and distant whispers that painted the canvas of the morning.
By Ivan Ipšić2 years ago in Chapters
The Living Arc Angels
Hello. This is the start of a novel I wrote years ago titled, "The Living Arc Angels." I will be sharing the whole book with you...one part at a time. This story contains adult content, so please ensure that you are old enough and okay with reading such content. Well.. here we go...
By Timothy A Rowland2 years ago in Chapters
Is Beauty a Blessing or a Burden: How Does Physical Attractiveness Shape Our Lives and Perceptions?
There is no greater gift or blessing in this world than being born good-looking. Being born exceptionally attractive is an advantage for all those individuals who are born beautiful and handsome. It signifies that they possess an initial advantage over the rest of us, starting from a point that most of us struggle to reach. Almost everyone, if not all, appreciates beautiful or handsome things, particularly in people. When we encounter such attractive individuals, we subconsciously and automatically become drawn to them. We desire to converse with them, to be seen walking alongside them.
By Saidi Were2 years ago in Chapters
Driven
So, I didn’t think I would write anything for this challenge, because the premise feels weird to me. When is the middle of my life. Has it passed? I hope it’s in the future. But here is an anecdote from a comment I left on Leslie Writes’s story, "Who Taught You How to Drive?”, about how I learned to drive.
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Chapters
Save One Bullet
The Funeral Chapter 30 Since I was the first to arrive, I wanted to check out how Mom looked in peace and quiet. Whoops, wrong Mom. This woman could have been Mom if she had been a little younger and less round. Her hair and face were similar enough. I got a silly thought as I glanced at the name tag over the viewing room, ‘Mrs. Ethel Howard’
By Tina D'Angelo2 years ago in Chapters
"Fly Gently, My Golden Dragon, My Beloved Soul!"
"Softly whispers my Golden Dragon, a legend woven in time's embrace, Its wings unfurl, a tale of old, a mythic dance in twilight's grace. Majestic creature, scales agleam, a guardian of secrets untold, Eyes that hold the wisdom of stars, a bond of tales from days of old. Oh, hear its voice, a gentle breeze, carrying echoes of ages past, Through whispers of forgotten lands, where fantasy and reality contrast. In realms where heroes rise and fall, and destinies are written in the sky, The Golden Dragon soars aloft, its presence an enchanting lullaby. With every beat of its mighty heart, the world's magic comes alive, A symphony of hopes and dreams, through which our spirits strive. "Fly softly my Golden Dragon," the wind carries this sacred call, A call to adventure, to believe, as twilight's curtain starts to fall. So heed the tale, dear kindred souls, let your imagination take flight, For within the heart of fantasy, lies a realm of endless light." ~Poetic AI
By Elle Vihman2 years ago in Chapters
Wholeness, Love, and Inner Fulfillment
"In a world filled with complexities and constant pursuits, it's in embracing our own wholeness that we find true solace. Love, that divine force that transcends boundaries, threads through our lives, binding us to each other and the universe. And within this beautiful tapestry of existence, the journey to inner fulfillment awaits, a journey of self-discovery and profound connection. Let us explore the realms of wholeness, love, and inner fulfillment—wherein lies the essence of a life lived with purpose and grace" . ~AI
By Elle Vihman2 years ago in Chapters
The scream of the soul
It seems that the time has come to reveal my own journey. A journey I've been on for a little over three years now. My Twin Flame Journey. A journey towards Self, a journey to understanding one's own Being and diving into the depths of the soul mission. A journey into remembering and practicing Unconditional Love. A journey that, in short, has been like a journey through Hell, fighting my way out with gritted teeth. The only support being the absurd understanding that this is a journey of healing. And so, three times in a row.
By Elle Vihman2 years ago in Chapters
Evanescent
Definition: evanescent - soon passing out of sight, memory, or existence; quickly fading or disappearing Epigraph: “I see now that the circumstances of one’s birth are irrelevant. It is what you do with the gift of life that determines who you are.” - Mewtwo
By Katie Kiesling2 years ago in Chapters
